Problem Child

[Intro]
Who did this shit?
Gang, gang

[Verse]
Pick up my zips and my flips, then I scooped her
Nigga your bitch is a flip phone, a puta
Don't got no whip then I shoot out the Uber
Look at my kicks, he get kicked in his pooper
I sell all this shit, but I'm not a drug user
Used to pop pillies then pop out on losers
Now I tote Billies and hop out with shooters
I'm Bob the build-y your bitch, I just screwed her
I get my first milli', my momma I move her
How can I get all this guap any sooner?
I go everywhere it's no gossip or rumors
Crackin' shit up, I am not with the humor
The bullets leave knots in his top like a tumor
Fuck that, the hollows gon' shatter his helmet
I'm in the field, but I ball like a hooper
Why you niggas takin' pictures with guns that ain't yours?
Niggas jumpin' off the porch and ain't done with their chores
Talkin' sticks and the mops, I'ma son of that boy
And yo' daddy was a bitch, you a son of that boy
Now it's fatter than a bitch, ain't no runnin' that boy
And every time his homies die, I'm makin' fun of that boy
I don't really give a shit, I was a stubborn ass boy
Niggas couldn't tell me shit, I had a gun in class boy
And you can ask boy, I had the hots in my hoodie
Fuck I look like taking orders from pussies
I swear only shit that I serve is them cookies
Leave you on curb then I leave 'fore they book me
Dare any nigga test nerves or to push me
And I'm finna pull out the bird call it Snookie
Nigga I'm ballin' like Bird vrs a rookie
I whip out the heat stick, that shit it get shooky
Yo' ho a freak off the liquor she frisk me
I'm smacking that bitch if she leanin' to kiss me
Fuck was you thinking? You dreaming like Disney
Ice cream on my wrist, you would think you at Thrifty's, yeah