PROBLEM

[Intro]
Yeah
Die

[Verse]
First thing’s first, you a bitch and we got problems
Whenever I see him, I’ma leave him behind caution
Yellow tape, he went straight into the coffin
If you wanna try it, we can do it, it’s an option
Pound a plant, I need dozens, I need orchards
Zkittlez pack, smoke in Bentleys and in Porches
Go and bend it back, I’m tryna fuck until I’m nauseous
Higher living, keep my pistol in my Bosses
Too much of the same shit
Pull-up just to give them all a 12-gauge facelift
Heard that motherfucker claiming, no basis
It don’t mean a thing because these bitches just say shit
Irrelеvant, boy, your end is definite
Stacking up a milli', bitch, it’s clеarly not an estimate
Clearly you a bitch, real shit, fuck the rhetoric
Wear a couple thousand on my body, come and hit this lick
Oh my, I been high since day one
Smoking with my day-ones and we all got grey lungs
Talking out of pocket 'til he see me, pussy say sum'
He ain’t say none
Choppa kicking, I got Bruce Lee by my fucking wrist
No karate but I’ll pull up and go chop his shit
Got me mad because there’s blood all on these new Ricks
You don’t want it if I up it, bitch, I won’t miss
Who the fuck thought that I could be the wrong one?
Can you see your life inside the barrel of the shotgun?
If you thought we was, I’m here to tell you that we not done
As long as you breathing, then we got a problem