[Intro]
Only this, Only that
Shut the fuck up
[Verse 1]
You bought my girl a car to drive and Birkin bags
I buy my girl garbage ties and turkey bags
Told her "Bag this shit up and I hurry back"
And I be fucking that broad 'til it hurts my back
You on the radio, but you wack as fuck to me
All that coke whipping ain't what it's cracked up to be
You probably never heard 36 Chambers
If you never killed a cop then you not a real gangster
I'm in the building, dressed like a '30s mobster
Bitches wanna talk, I'm straight, I got perfect posture
Kidnap your son and brother
I beat you to death with the hammer if the hammer don't work
I pop roofies like a date with Bill Cosbey
I sip lean 'til I sound like Lil Yachty
Blow off my hand when the throwaway burst
I charge you 20 stacks and sell your ass a throwaway verse
What's up?
[Hook]
I don't love bad bitches, what's my fucking problem?
I think I fuck too much, I got a fucking problem
I'm smoking weed in public, what's the fucking problem?
And while we on the subject, I'm a fucking problem
I am crazy insane, I got fucking problems
I'm addicted to pain, it's a fucking problem
I put dirt on your name, it ain't a fucking problem
Guess what? Life's a bitch, I got a hundred problems
[Verse 2]
And what's a black beetle anyway, I fucking roach?
Pull a gun, I'll pull your tongue through your fucking throat
K-bar, AR with a fucking scope
I'll put hands on your boys like the fucking pope
Yea I stabbed a white rapper to death
And I said "Black Lives Matter" and left
The homie cooking up crack, he the raw chef
I'm playing the background, playing some Sha Hef
I beam up motherfuckers like Star Trek
Send your bodyguard to God, God bless
I shoot the top dog in the back like Scarface
Desperado, pulling gats from out a guitar case
If I go to prison it's because I robbed banks
I'll fuck around and escape like Shawshank
This lame said he was gonna murder my ma
Seen him in person, he not a real murderer, nah
What's up?
[Hook]
I don't love bad bitches, what's my fucking problem?
I think I fuck too much, I got a fucking problem
I'm smoking weed in public, what's the fucking problem?
And while we on the subject, I'm a fucking problem
I am crazy insane, I got fucking problems
I'm addicted to pain, it's a fucking problem
I put dirt on your name, it ain't a fucking problem
Guess what? Life's a bitch, I got a hundred problems
[Verse 3]
If you dumb as fuck then my shit is probably wack to you
I'll rob you and sell your own dope back to you
I want a dollar for every person that cancer killed
I'm tryna star in Thrasher / Slasher films
You rats get killed, caps get peeled
Casket sealed, pushing up daffodils
You sound like T-Pain, you don't rap for real
Bu the truth is hard to swallow like a jagged pill
I'll put rat poison in your kid's Happy Meal
Cut your neck, make it look like you have some gills
When you rap, you're like a rat on a hamster wheel
I done ran a hundred pack through my vacuum seal
If you ain't done what you rap about, there's nothing to rap about
They ask when my album out cause they know I'm blacking out
Say my name, I run up and shoot your bladder out
That's what you get, blabbermouth
What's up?
[Hook]
I don't love bad bitches, what's my fucking problem?
I think I fuck too much, I got a fucking problem
I'm smoking weed in public, what's the fucking problem?
And while we on the subject, I'm a fucking problem
I am crazy insane, I got fucking problems
I'm addicted to pain, it's a fucking problem
I put dirt on your name, it ain't a fucking problem
Guess what? Life's a bitch, I got a hundred problems
I don't love bad bitches, what's my fucking problem?
I think I fuck too much, I got a fucking problem
I'm smoking weed in public, what's the fucking problem?
And while we on the subject, I'm a fucking problem
I am crazy insane, I got fucking problems
I'm addicted to pain, it's a fucking problem
I put dirt on your name, it ain't a fucking problem
Guess what? Life's a bitch, I got a hundred problems
