America Has a Problem (Freestyle)

[Verse]
Too much, ho, don't do too much
Pullin' up in a Magic City in an uber
Pockets fatter than a motherfuckin' fupa
When I enter Magic City, bitches group up
Off White head to toe like the Ku Klan
Diamonds on dance, dance, revolution
Got a new man and I got a new Benz
This is my motherfuckin', nigga, what it do, dance
Rich bitch on a rich nigga hit list
If this bitch gets slick, she'll get hit
Hoes washed up, dishes
Lost and found, these hoes been missin'
D-O-E, you can not define me
Like Beyoncé, you could never find me
I'm chillin' in The Hills with the roof off
Step in the mothеrfuckin' booth and get my shoes off
Like, lеts get it, check critics
Hoes pressed, less printed
Most original and most these hoes just don't admit it
Doechii gettin' dough and do-si-doin' on these niggas
Hoes drop, it's crickets, Doe drop, sell tickets
Why you bitches diggin' dirt? Dig up my networth
I know your bitches neck hurt 'cause I'm pressure
How you turn a 100 fans into a 100 bands?
How you turn a 100 bands into a 100 M's?
How you from the North and claimin' you a croc bitch?
How you bitin' on the one and only swamp bitch?
I see a lotta bitches, I don't see a lotta stars
I hear a lot of rappers, I don't hear a lot of bars
I see a lot of plastic, I don't see a lot of barbz
I see a lot of didgets, I don't care about the charge

[Outro]
Ah-ah, let the beat breath
Ah-ah, let the motherfuckin' beat breath