Inner Problems lyrics

[Intro]
(Mhm, you're listening to Yhapojj)

[Verse]
She telling me she gay, and I'm like "perfect b*tch"
Rollin down the street, I see my n*ggas here
She telling me she gay, I'm like "Yes perfect b*tch"
You f*cking with a n*gga, I never heard of him
I’m rollin' with my sswudda, he a gun em down
Rollin with this b*tch, this b*tch a f*ck a town
Can you be my Whitney to my Bobby Brown?
Yeah, hey
I never thought that he couldn’t compete with me now
Rollin down the street with a choppa'
pus*y n*gga always plot on me, bullets stop em
Tryna plot on me, them bullets stop them
pus*y n*ggas talkin'
Them bullets f*ckin' chop em
Do we got a f*ckin' problem?
Do we got a f*ckin' problem?
b*tch do we got a f*ckin' problem?
b*tch do we got a f*ckin' problem?
Like what’s the f*ckin' problem?
b*tch n*gga, what’s the f*cking problem?
I think I got a f*cking problem
(I’m tired of all of these f*cking problems)
I love sex, is that a f*cking problem?
Seen your brother, b*tch, and I'ma catch that body
And I’ll kill his partna's
Swear to god, I'll kill his partna's
(Swear to god, I'll kill his partna's)
f*ck him, and f*ck all his partna's
(f*ck him, and f*ck all his partna's)
f*ck that n****, and all his dead partna's
Do some 'bout it
b*tch ass won’t do 'nun bout it
And these b*tches givin' up they bodies
I wouldn’t give a b*tch none of my knowledge
Knowledge is power
I wouldn’t even give a b*tch none of my power
Them bullets gon howl (Let's f*cking go)
I know my wolves in the wolf gon' howl
Quit tryin hold that fake sh*t
But you got hold that-, psh-, psh-
Quit tryin hold that fake sh*t
b*tch get off that-, psh-, psh-