Problems

If she want a problem
Told her come and get with me
She said she want the smoke
I said I'm givin' it for free
Bitches always talkin'
But they really cant compete
Wrap her like a gift
And light it up like
Christmas trees

If she want a problem
Told her come and get with me
She said she want the smoke
I said I'm givin' it for free
Bitches always talkin'
But they really cant compete
Wrap her like a gift
And light it up like
Christmas trees

Im coming hard
Call up the the squad
Don't get alarmed
No No
Run up this shit
All bout a check
You will get checked
Yeaa Yeaa
If You Act Up
You will get slumped
We had Enough
Unh unh
Im High as Fuck
Smoking that gas
Still on ya ass
Ah ha
Im Staying on top of my game
You losing but I'm not to blame
No No
He loving the way that I'm framed
Wanna Give Me His Last name
Unh Unh
And Callin' me his Mona Lisa
Bitches Hate That Im A Diva
She known for sucking dick
Wind pipes better than Aretha
Confront me
Now she got amnesia

If she want a problem
Told her come and get with me
She said she want the smoke
I said I'm givin' it for free
Bitches always talkin'
But they really cant compete
Wrap her like a gift
And light it up like
Christmas trees

If she want a problem
Told her come and get with me
She said she want the smoke
I said I'm givin' it for free
Bitches always talkin'
But they really cant compete
Wrap her like a gift
And light it up like
Christmas trees

Hollon wait
Unh Unh
Im feelin' real great
You not in my lane
Bitch stay in ya place
Y'all bitches be lame
You not in the race
Never on timin'
Just running ya jibs
Keep talking that shit
I'm eating ya ribs
Bitches be scary
I hate to admit
My Gang Never Far
You know we don't miss like
Please stop the cap
Niggas be wack
Use up that nigga
Straight giving him back
Back to the trap
Run up them racks
Dogs on go
And I tell 'em attack
Always in my own league
Batting for my own team
Pussy so wet
Sound like macaroni
If you wanna fuck
Gotta keep it on the lowkey
Keep it on the lowkey

Look
These bitches is not on my level
Queen of this shit
They should give me a medal
Foot on the pedal
Takin' it straight to the stop
I'm pushin' it like its a revel
If she want smoke
I tell her come get that
Pop a bitch right in her mouth
Like a tic tac
Calling me Tae
How I'm pushing her wig back
Break her in two like I'm eating a KitKat
Bitches is big mad
On fake pages
Stay hating
Face caking
Rolling 'em up like a spliff
But they can't face it
We headed straight to the top
And the can't make it
So many blessings on blessings
They can't take it
I'm in my prime like I'm Amazon
They follow my words
Like I'm Farrakhan
I run up this money
Like marathons
And I been that girl
Like American



Credits
Writer(s): Leaja Bond Gibbons
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