ZOTiYAC - Problem Child lyrics

by

Zotiyac


[Verse]
(who did this sh*t)
(gang gang)
Pick up my zips and my flips then I scooped her
n*gga your b*tch is a flip phone (?)
Dont 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 im not a drug user
Used to pop pillies then pop out on losers
Now I tot billies and hop out with shooters
Im 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 its 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 at the hollows going to shatter his helmet
Im in the field but I ball like a hooper
Why you n*ggas takin pictures with gun that ain't yours
n*ggas jumpin off the porch and ain't done with their chores
Talkin sticks and the mops I’m a son ah dat boy
And yo daddy was a b*tch you a son ah dat boy
Now its fatter than a b*tch ain't no run in that boy
And every time his homies die im makin fun ah dat 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 takin orders from pussies
I swear only sh*t that I serve is them cookies
Leave you on curb then leave for' they book me
Dare any n*gga test nerves or to push me
And Im finna pull out the bird call it snookie
n*gga Im ballin like bird vs a rookie
I whip out the heat stick that sh*t it get shooky
Yo hoe a freak off the liquor she frisk me
I’m smackin that b*tch if she lean in to kiss me
f*ck was you thinking? You dreaming like Disney
Ice cream on my wrist you would think you at thrifty's

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