Problem Child (feat. 2Hitt)
Bitch
Ain't gon sign no mothafuckin paper
I'm a problem child
Spending all my days with that fye in the fuckin yard
Selling that crack cocaine in my fucking yard
Selling that crack cocaine, round like a yarn
Got that fuckin 8ball laying in my dollar now
Got 2 bitches in the fuckin back, yeah they suckin us
Reppin that Nawfside New Hope
Im running up
Ezzard Street 300 block I'm on them
29 God
Bitch
I be posted up with yo main broad
Got that boy 2hitt and Nawfside Dutch
29 Gods
29 Gods
Yeah we really slide
Boy stop cappin yea you know you ain't gettin paper
Ain't talking money bitch I see you later
Oh that's yo hoe but you know Dutch he finna take her
You ain't on the same level I'm a player
You ain't getting racks bitch stackin m's
Free all my dawgs that's locked up in the pin
Bad bitch and you know that she a 10
She gon' cum and I'm fucking on her friend
Yea, know that we be stacking guala
Bullets comin out bitch they hot like a sauna
Don't fuck with me bitch cause I'm coming for yo momma
Choppa hang with me and it sang like Madonna
When i come through pants saggin cause i gotta keep that pole on me
I can hit you up with the drake or the arp
Had to tell that hoe just to text don't be callin me
Bitch im still runnin up these bands just off servin tree
When im cruisin round bitch im ridin with them sticks
I be movin bags bitch im trying to get rich
Couple kept it solid so they mobbin with the clique
talkin all that shit pussy boy you'll get stripped
dont ever come approach me you aint talkin boutta bag
Chicken strips up in my pocket i dont mean to brag
Say it's up it's smoke get you knocked up off the map
I been runnin up in traps aint talkin bout no track
Bitch
Ain't gon sign no mothafuckin paper
I'm a problem child
Spending all my days with that fye in the fuckin yard
Selling that crack cocaine in my fucking yard
Selling that crack cocaine, round like a yarn
Got that fuckin 8ball laying in my dollar now
Got 2 bitches in the fuckin back, yeah they suckin us
Reppin that Nawfside New Hope
Im running up
Ezzard Street 300 block I'm on them
29 God
Bitch
I be posted up with yo main broad
Got that boy 2hitt and Nawfside Dutch
29 Gods
29 Gods
Yeah we really slide
Ain't gon sign no mothafuckin paper
I'm a problem child
Spending all my days with that fye in the fuckin yard
Selling that crack cocaine in my fucking yard
Selling that crack cocaine, round like a yarn
Got that fuckin 8ball laying in my dollar now
Got 2 bitches in the fuckin back, yeah they suckin us
Reppin that Nawfside New Hope
Im running up
Ezzard Street 300 block I'm on them
29 God
Bitch
I be posted up with yo main broad
Got that boy 2hitt and Nawfside Dutch
29 Gods
29 Gods
Yeah we really slide
Boy stop cappin yea you know you ain't gettin paper
Ain't talking money bitch I see you later
Oh that's yo hoe but you know Dutch he finna take her
You ain't on the same level I'm a player
You ain't getting racks bitch stackin m's
Free all my dawgs that's locked up in the pin
Bad bitch and you know that she a 10
She gon' cum and I'm fucking on her friend
Yea, know that we be stacking guala
Bullets comin out bitch they hot like a sauna
Don't fuck with me bitch cause I'm coming for yo momma
Choppa hang with me and it sang like Madonna
When i come through pants saggin cause i gotta keep that pole on me
I can hit you up with the drake or the arp
Had to tell that hoe just to text don't be callin me
Bitch im still runnin up these bands just off servin tree
When im cruisin round bitch im ridin with them sticks
I be movin bags bitch im trying to get rich
Couple kept it solid so they mobbin with the clique
talkin all that shit pussy boy you'll get stripped
dont ever come approach me you aint talkin boutta bag
Chicken strips up in my pocket i dont mean to brag
Say it's up it's smoke get you knocked up off the map
I been runnin up in traps aint talkin bout no track
Bitch
Ain't gon sign no mothafuckin paper
I'm a problem child
Spending all my days with that fye in the fuckin yard
Selling that crack cocaine in my fucking yard
Selling that crack cocaine, round like a yarn
Got that fuckin 8ball laying in my dollar now
Got 2 bitches in the fuckin back, yeah they suckin us
Reppin that Nawfside New Hope
Im running up
Ezzard Street 300 block I'm on them
29 God
Bitch
I be posted up with yo main broad
Got that boy 2hitt and Nawfside Dutch
29 Gods
29 Gods
Yeah we really slide
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Writer(s): Mario Rabago
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