Problem Child lyrics

[Intro]
Who did this sh*t?
Gang, gang

[Verse]
Pick up my zips and my flips, then I scooped her
n*gga your b*tch 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 sh*t, 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 b*tch, 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' sh*t up, I am not with the humor
The bullets leave knots in his top like a tumor
f*ck that, the hollows gon' shatter his helmet
I'm in the field, but I ball like a hooper
Why you n*ggas takin' pictures with guns that ain't yours?
n*ggas 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 b*tch, you a son of that boy
Now it's fatter than a b*tch, 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 sh*t, I was a stubborn ass boy
n*ggas couldn't tell me sh*t, I had a gun in class boy
And you can ask boy, I had the hots in my hoodie
f*ck I look like taking orders from pussies
I swear only sh*t that I serve is them cookies
Leave you on curb then I leave 'fore they book me
Dare any n*gga test nerves or to push me
And I'm finna pull out the bird call it Snookie
n*gga I'm ballin' like Bird vrs a rookie
I whip out the heat stick, that sh*t it get shooky
Yo' ho a freak off the liquor she frisk me
I'm smacking that b*tch if she leanin' to kiss me
f*ck was you thinking? You dreaming like Disney
Ice cream on my wrist, you would think you at Thrifty's, yeah