All the Problems (Remix)
When you called me i was smoking on gas
So if i don't answer none of yo calls Don't mean you call me back
My chopper quick to knock a nigga off
I catch him talking bad
My partner wildin, he don't talk
He just pull out the mag
We got clips for all y'all ass
I was at the mall jugging shit with the gang
Like we ain't have no cash
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on his face
If he keep walking past
Bougie bitch want a Birkin bag
I got like two jobs
I be trapping with my working ass
She tried to cap seen her at the party With her twerking ass
Let me relax, I'm nonchalant
So that don't get me mad
You popping shit, I won't respond
I'll just sit back and laugh
You popping shit, you got a gun
I'll just shoot back and stab
Body shots i don't give out Jabs
And I can't even tell you not to do wrong
Cause I'm still in the trap
And I can't even tell you not to make songs
Cause I just started rap
I popped a perc it made me snap
I smoke some gas and drunk some lean It made me take a nap
She got some dick, now she a fiend
I can't even call her back
Wish I could say it's cap
You got your fame from apps
I got my name from trapping
I love my life but I ain't no rat
So I can't say what happened
She touched my dick, thought it was my strap
But she still say I'm packing
We serving shots and you know we got Ro hats
Switch up the flow
You know I can't go back
We don't fuck hoes
You know I can't trust that
Ain't talking bout shit
So you know you gotta hush that
When you called me i was smoking on gas
So if i don't answer none of yo calls Don't mean you call me back
My chopper quick to knock a nigga off
I catch him talking bad
My partner wildin, he don't talk
He just pull out the mag
We got clips for all y'all ass
I was at the mall jugging shit with the gang
Like we ain't have no cash
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on his face
If he keep walking past
Bougie bitch want a Birkin bag
I got like two jobs
I be trapping with my working ass
She tried to cap seen her at the party With her twerking ass
Let me relax, I'm nonchalant
So that don't get me mad
You popping shit, I won't respond
I'll just sit back and laugh
You popping shit, you got a gun
I'll just shoot back and stab
Body shots i don't give out Jabs
So if i don't answer none of yo calls Don't mean you call me back
My chopper quick to knock a nigga off
I catch him talking bad
My partner wildin, he don't talk
He just pull out the mag
We got clips for all y'all ass
I was at the mall jugging shit with the gang
Like we ain't have no cash
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on his face
If he keep walking past
Bougie bitch want a Birkin bag
I got like two jobs
I be trapping with my working ass
She tried to cap seen her at the party With her twerking ass
Let me relax, I'm nonchalant
So that don't get me mad
You popping shit, I won't respond
I'll just sit back and laugh
You popping shit, you got a gun
I'll just shoot back and stab
Body shots i don't give out Jabs
And I can't even tell you not to do wrong
Cause I'm still in the trap
And I can't even tell you not to make songs
Cause I just started rap
I popped a perc it made me snap
I smoke some gas and drunk some lean It made me take a nap
She got some dick, now she a fiend
I can't even call her back
Wish I could say it's cap
You got your fame from apps
I got my name from trapping
I love my life but I ain't no rat
So I can't say what happened
She touched my dick, thought it was my strap
But she still say I'm packing
We serving shots and you know we got Ro hats
Switch up the flow
You know I can't go back
We don't fuck hoes
You know I can't trust that
Ain't talking bout shit
So you know you gotta hush that
When you called me i was smoking on gas
So if i don't answer none of yo calls Don't mean you call me back
My chopper quick to knock a nigga off
I catch him talking bad
My partner wildin, he don't talk
He just pull out the mag
We got clips for all y'all ass
I was at the mall jugging shit with the gang
Like we ain't have no cash
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on his face
If he keep walking past
Bougie bitch want a Birkin bag
I got like two jobs
I be trapping with my working ass
She tried to cap seen her at the party With her twerking ass
Let me relax, I'm nonchalant
So that don't get me mad
You popping shit, I won't respond
I'll just sit back and laugh
You popping shit, you got a gun
I'll just shoot back and stab
Body shots i don't give out Jabs
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Writer(s): Lequan Pratt
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