#Yop! (#Not My Problem)
(Yop)
If I broke your heart
Just treat that as a lesson
'Member when I got my heart broke
I swear I felt it
But soon as I saw that bag
My feelings saw the exit
Soon as I see a red flag shawty getting left quick
I get a bitch that's bad and won't -
I might get obsessive
I'm tryna keep straight on my path
But this shit get stressful
My brotha make more than me scamming
We need to change professions
How you ask me for a bag
I couldn't bag you back then?
How you out here acting bad
You ain't even bad shit?
My ho look me in my eyes
I'm too high she get mad
Why you had some to say 'bout demons
You don't have them?
Yop, he had some to say about my gang until we splashed him
Yop, we just threw your brother in this eighth and then we matched him
I just told my sis
"the city dangerous I can't be lackin"
I just told my foot she empty handed that shit unattractive
Matter fact for that cheap trap I probably should block her
She know I'll spazz she ain't got no bag
That's not my problem
She said I been living way too fast
That's not my problem
Opps telling me they miss they mans
That's not my uh-
I be out in Daygo
Chillin' eating carne asada
Stripper bitches play my music
'fore they go and make they dollars
Niggas mad because my team winning
They can't make the roster
Lil bro spin until he getting dizzy
Giving them niggas trauma
Lil bro hit they street
And then he left it red like enchiladas
Heard they on IG
So he tryn cook them live like Benihanas
I just hit this freak the other week
And now this lil bitch stalking
Man this bitch a freak
She tryna hit my bleet just sucked my patna? (What the fuck?)
Na na, you can't smoke with us we ain't got the same opps
Mm, now that I think about it
When my brother died you was on that block
Mm, mm he ain't got to think about it
If it's smoke lil bro gon' send them shots
Yeah, nigga pull in that -
Them hos gon' drop dead
Yeah, I got a nigga baby momma blue
Because I left her on read
You heard him say everything that he was gon' do
Ain't stand on what he said
Yeah, I love my momma
When I was young she made sure I was fed
Yeah, yeah so when I sign this deal
I'm a put her up in the hidden hills (I love you momma)
- ho she tryna get her body right she missing meals
This a opp ho she keep tryna set me up
But Nino ain't going
This my lifestyle now
I ain't even tryn flex I feel like 'Rich Homie'
How you say you love me
Two tapes ago you ain't even know me?
(You ain't even know me? Na, na
You ain't even know me?)
If I broke your heart
Just treat that as a lesson
'Member when I got my heart broke
I swear I felt it
But soon as I saw that bag
My feelings saw the exit
Soon as I see a red flag shawty getting left quick
I get a bitch that's bad and won't -
I might get obsessive
I'm tryna keep straight on my path
But this shit get stressful
My brotha make more than me scamming
We need to change professions
How you ask me for a bag
I couldn't bag you back then?
How you out here acting bad
You ain't even bad shit?
My ho look me in my eyes
I'm too high she get mad
Why you had some to say 'bout demons
You don't have them?
Yop, he had some to say about my gang until we splashed him
Yop, we just threw your brother in this eighth and then we matched him
I just told my sis
"the city dangerous I can't be lackin"
I just told my foot she empty handed that shit unattractive
Matter fact for that cheap trap I probably should block her
She know I'll spazz she ain't got no bag
That's not my problem
She said I been living way too fast
That's not my problem
Opps telling me they miss they mans
That's not my uh- (that's not my problem!)
If I broke your heart
Just treat that as a lesson
'Member when I got my heart broke
I swear I felt it
But soon as I saw that bag
My feelings saw the exit
Soon as I see a red flag shawty getting left quick
I get a bitch that's bad and won't -
I might get obsessive
I'm tryna keep straight on my path
But this shit get stressful
My brotha make more than me scamming
We need to change professions
How you ask me for a bag
I couldn't bag you back then?
How you out here acting bad
You ain't even bad shit?
My ho look me in my eyes
I'm too high she get mad
Why you had some to say 'bout demons
You don't have them?
Yop, he had some to say about my gang until we splashed him
Yop, we just threw your brother in this eighth and then we matched him
I just told my sis
"the city dangerous I can't be lackin"
I just told my foot she empty handed that shit unattractive
Matter fact for that cheap trap I probably should block her
She know I'll spazz she ain't got no bag
That's not my problem
She said I been living way too fast
That's not my problem
Opps telling me they miss they mans
That's not my uh-
I be out in Daygo
Chillin' eating carne asada
Stripper bitches play my music
'fore they go and make they dollars
Niggas mad because my team winning
They can't make the roster
Lil bro spin until he getting dizzy
Giving them niggas trauma
Lil bro hit they street
And then he left it red like enchiladas
Heard they on IG
So he tryn cook them live like Benihanas
I just hit this freak the other week
And now this lil bitch stalking
Man this bitch a freak
She tryna hit my bleet just sucked my patna? (What the fuck?)
Na na, you can't smoke with us we ain't got the same opps
Mm, now that I think about it
When my brother died you was on that block
Mm, mm he ain't got to think about it
If it's smoke lil bro gon' send them shots
Yeah, nigga pull in that -
Them hos gon' drop dead
Yeah, I got a nigga baby momma blue
Because I left her on read
You heard him say everything that he was gon' do
Ain't stand on what he said
Yeah, I love my momma
When I was young she made sure I was fed
Yeah, yeah so when I sign this deal
I'm a put her up in the hidden hills (I love you momma)
- ho she tryna get her body right she missing meals
This a opp ho she keep tryna set me up
But Nino ain't going
This my lifestyle now
I ain't even tryn flex I feel like 'Rich Homie'
How you say you love me
Two tapes ago you ain't even know me?
(You ain't even know me? Na, na
You ain't even know me?)
If I broke your heart
Just treat that as a lesson
'Member when I got my heart broke
I swear I felt it
But soon as I saw that bag
My feelings saw the exit
Soon as I see a red flag shawty getting left quick
I get a bitch that's bad and won't -
I might get obsessive
I'm tryna keep straight on my path
But this shit get stressful
My brotha make more than me scamming
We need to change professions
How you ask me for a bag
I couldn't bag you back then?
How you out here acting bad
You ain't even bad shit?
My ho look me in my eyes
I'm too high she get mad
Why you had some to say 'bout demons
You don't have them?
Yop, he had some to say about my gang until we splashed him
Yop, we just threw your brother in this eighth and then we matched him
I just told my sis
"the city dangerous I can't be lackin"
I just told my foot she empty handed that shit unattractive
Matter fact for that cheap trap I probably should block her
She know I'll spazz she ain't got no bag
That's not my problem
She said I been living way too fast
That's not my problem
Opps telling me they miss they mans
That's not my uh- (that's not my problem!)
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