No Problems

[Verse 1]
Somebody call a chico, tell 'em I said thank you for the budget
I'm in the studio like fuck it, tell these other rappers, "Suck it!"
Cause I don't want no features, I turn my fans religious
When they hear me, they like Jesus, touch my forehead
Touch my chest, touch my shoulders left to right
Put my headphones on my ears while they plugging in my mic
Shut the door to the booth, it's just me and you
And I [?] to tell them the whole fucking truth
I'm on my motherfucking grind, you don't like it
You can slish your wrist, jump off thе bridge
You ain't finding no one sick as this
Big dick, sick dick, call me, "Sip for this"
You thirsty for thе lime like get a cup, piss and sit
I got a cervical appeal (I'm getting rich, bitch)
And I stand on my own (I never sit, bitch)
You should quit, bitch
This ain't it, bitch
Time to find yo ass a job off Rick, bitch

[Hook]
Tell 'em I don't want no problems
And I don't think they wanna leave
Tell 'em I don't want no problems
And I don't think they wanna leave cause

[Verse 2]
I'm feeling like S going, he was coming out with either
Can't wait 'til someone diss me, I ain't taking that shit either
But I ain't trying to rap back, nor clap back
I come and fuck your bitch, leave her there, that's that
I leave her strong out with her tongue out, then I run out
You fuck her in the future, but her cum just never come out
Just know I'm going in every day that you see the sun out
And when I hit that studio, it's like I pull the gun out
Hits motherfucker, tell your A&R, "I need a grip, motherfucker"
At least, the fucking milli, I ain't even being silly
Cause who's the competition l mean like, "OK, oh, really"
Anyway, whatever, I am so much fucking better
Now back to fucking bitches, I get back at you however

[Hook]
Tell 'em I don't want no problems
And I don't think they wanna leave
Tell 'em I don't want no problems
And I don't think they wanna leave