THESE DAYS lyrics

[Intro]
Let's Go!
Yall n*ggas never knew I was coming with another one right? (hahaha)

[Chorus]
What wrong with b*tches these days
The problem they hate
Can't finish the food on the plate
Keep my head straight
I don't know what's the problem these days
The problem they hate
What wrong with b*tches these days
The problem they hate
Can't finish the food on the plate
Keep my head straight
I don't know what's the problem these days
The problem they hate (Why y'all hating y'all?)
[Verse]
People be stressing bout work
I don't but I get paid (On God)
I threw out an album the sh*t that I made (yeah)
The sauce, the drip, the sh*t that I slay (Period)
Trying to copy your funny (always)
Yall n*ggas dissing yal see me trapping the hallways
I don't play foot but yuh know I throw like paul hayes
My daddy complaining that he got all greys
n*gga I don't know what happens these days (Oh Well)
Playing too much games calling names shot get aimed (Yes sir)
n*ggas, I ain't got time to be playing along (Yes sir)
I'm tired of yall disputing, writing these songs (Yes sir)
Young n*gga tiny grew up to be strong (Yes sir)
But n*gga, did I do anything wrong (No sir)

[Chorus]
What wrong with b*tches these days
The problem they hate
Can't finish the food on the plate
Keep my head straight
I don't know what's the problem these days
The problem they hate (The problem is they hate)
What wrong with b*tches these days
The problem they hate
Can't finish the food on the plate
Keep my head straight
I don't know what's the problem these days
The problem they hate (The problem they hate)