Double Jointed

[Intro]
In the kitchen and it’s Taysty

[Chorus]
They was prayin’ that I lose, I left ’em disappointed
I ain’t tryna talk for nothin’, gotta make appointments
I’m like the point guard, homie, and you ain’t appointed
My girl goin’ both ways like she double jointed

[Post-Chorus]
Listen homie, you don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems, aight?
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems, aight?
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems

[Verse 1]
Honestly, I got too much flavor, man, for my color
Smokin’ while I make a low purchase, I’m a high seller
They face red ’cause he blew up like the sky color
How I’m gon’ be grounded while I’m walkin’ with the sky-dweller?
Out in LA but in Florida where I’m really home
I done stole the wave but I don’t be rockin’ Billabong
Hit the bong then I brought a milli’ home
My girl the realest even if we make them titties silicone
Y’all thirsty for the clout and tryna hydrate
You wasn’t with me shootin’ in the gym, we wasn’t top 8 on MySpace
Try me in the livin’ room, you dyin’ by the fireplace
Down to earth, but I’ll send your ass to a higher place

[Chorus]
They was prayin’ that I lose, I left ’em disappointed
I ain’t tryna talk for nothin’, gotta make appointments
I’m like the point guard, homie, and you ain’t appointed
My girl goin’ both ways like she double jointed

[Post-Chorus]
Listen homie, you don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems, aight?
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems, aight?
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems

[Verse 2]
Okay, I made it out the city like a madman, got problems with Batman
I’m him now, don’t care what I have been
They admirin’ the ice and the Aston
They say they like my accent, was losin’ in the past tense
I’m winnin’ now, rocks in the charm like I’m Jigga now
I got a issue, I go send my dogs, tell ’em, “Get ’em now”
Straight up, I ain’t ever been jealous
Made a million from a O, I’m from the four-o-seven
Gotta stop, I could get the drop, even if they in the hardtop
I could win the pot, even if it’s at the hard rock
Cock, back, peace, let it squeeze
‘Fore I ever let somebody come and get the cheddar cheese

[Chorus]
They was prayin’ that I lose, I left ’em disappointed
I ain’t tryna talk for nothin’, gotta make appointments
I’m like the point guard, homie, and you ain’t appointed
My girl goin’ both ways like she double jointed

[Post-Chorus]
Listen homie, you don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems, aight?
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems, aight?
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems