IM NOT f*ckING MAD PART 3 lyrics

[Intro]
pus*y problem-
pus*y-, pus*y-, pus*y-, pus*y-, pus*y-, pus*y-

[Verse 1]
I'm on my pus*y problemchild sh*t
Leave my mothaf*ckin' kid and make it stylish
Aaron where you at? Man, your boys wildin'
You need to beat your boy again 'cause he's actin' childish
Sirens of a lil' b*tch in the night
Aaron don't beat me, b*tch, I promise you're right
You wanna act gang but you got beat by a dyke
Aye by the way, where's your kid? I don't see you around
I gave you four f*cking chances and look what I found
Another deadbeat broke b*tch looking for clout
Seven minutes of pain and I'm coming for your head killa' (Here we go)
This a sell-out event, watching two drug addicts fight for the kid
And Brady boy I don't ever wanna see that again
If you ever threaten me you gon' be like your friend, ugh
I don't ever forget, I know everything about your crew and your clique
Want my advice? Don't trust in your sex
'Cause if I'm a f*ckin' snake, then I do it the best, ayy
This is that unemployment check sh*t
Leave your daughter when you get your stimulus sh*t
Flexing babies that you do not even have
I'm only worried 'bout my daughter, man I love to talk about her
And I don't wanna be a father, she’s only present in your tracks b*tch
Go be a dad boy, you gettin' bodied by a sad boy
Whole opp block lookin' like they fags boy
I took your whole flow, made it into trap boy
Lowlife's only trap is that child court
This a sell-out event ([?] suck a di*k)
Watching two drug addicts fight for the kid ([?] suck a di*k)
You broke my motherf*ckin' spirit, broke my spirit
I thought I warned you, you didn't hear it
Your whole life's one L and a pile of sh*t
I hope your deadbeat boyfriend see you a brick
I hope the underground knows you got beat by a b*tch
She opened up your mouth and she f*ckin' put in the di*k
'Cause if pus*y problemchild, hey, that's what you screamed
When she bent you all over and she came in your scene
And when you had to f*ckin' cry, she said "Babe what tea?"
You got your ass baby trapped and it's funny to see, b*tch
[Interlude]
(*Baby crying*)
Aaron no, Aaron no!
Don't hit me, don’t hit me!
Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, Aaron...
Then he had a kid and he fell off
And then he beefed with Bashir, 'cause he's a f*ckin' loser
Aaron no, Aaron no!
Don't hit me, don’t hit me!
Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, Aaron...
I show you God within a man
Shoutout to Jordan for, raising this deadbeat's kid, hehe

[Verse 2]
I am a certified as*h*le
I couldn't f*cking scream so I left the baby at home
I cut myself, rage, yet I lack a f*ckin' backbone
Stupid lil' b*tch I'm 'bout to show you how to act grown
What is your job b*tch? Can you tell me?
You work for your grandma, b*tch, man you're so street
You wanna stab me? Then just do it you b*tch
C'mon Brad, c'mon man, do it you b*tch
You're fourteen lil' brother, stay in yo' lane
Stabbing me is like Brady when he's using his brain
I'm rippin' off the f*ckin' head of snakes, that sh*t you claim
Daffi why you talkin' with an accent? That sh*t's fake
Somehow it's cool to be a motherf*ckin' thug, ugh
You wanna play street, b*tch, you work for your grandma
pus*y wanna try, yeah we like to stomp hoes
The only hoe I know fell off two f*ckin' years ago
You had your chance kid, so quit it
I love you like I love one of my girls, I love b*tches
Puking is the only ammo you got?
The next time you wanna diss b*tch, kill me with your shots
I got news for you brother, my uncles dead
C'mon talk about my motherf*ckin' pills, go ahead
Talk about my motherf*ckin' psilocybin pus*y boy
Talk about the motherf*ckin' seizure that I suffered bruh
Bring up my brother, bring up my mother, I want it all b*tch
Bring up my father, bring up the b*tch, I got it all [?]
Where is he Izzy? Izzy? Left the as*h*le, kizzy
Pulled a problemchild, busted then I, dippied
Brady, why you dissing? Saying that you'd kill me
Nice f*cking job, sandwiches for a living
Trapper of the century
I can't wait for your overdose (Yeah!) (*Baby crying*)
Shoutout to lostboy, f*ckin' your friend
You got your unemployment checks, b*tch, now you're a man
Somehow with all that f*ckin' money b*tch you still make trash
You said the scenes in your mouth, b*tch, that's why it's dead, ugh
King of the incels, king of the dead
Guess [?] track b*tch, spin it again
And make the same f*ckin’ song eight times in a day?
The only time you made good music's when you got played, b*tch
(pus*y problem- pus*y-, pus*y-, pus*y problemchild)
Go back to Aaron when your bank has hit it’s miles, ugh
That stupid b*tch would take you any day a while, ugh
(pus*y-, pus*y-, pus*y-, pus*y-)
Now it’s time to f*ckin’ smile, ugh
[Verse 3]
(*Baby crying*)
(I f*cking hate this smile, call me pus*y-, pus*y-, child, uh)
([?] suck a di*k)
​​problemchild cannot pull his di*k out of Brady
'Cause if he c*ms there's no baby
They bendin' down and they suckin', f*ckin' and Brady's the lady
Threaten my life again, b*tch I dare you
That pus*y sh*t do not scare me
([?] crazy man) (pus*y-, pus*y-, pus*y-)
This is free entertainment for my f*ckin' hoes
Watchin' Brady getting closer to an overdose
Watchin' Brady lose all his f*ckin' chromosomes
Aaron-, Aaron, daddy's never f*ckin' comin' home
Daddy-, daddy-, daddy-, daddy doesn't have a go
Daddy-, daddy, why you putting on an overcoat?
Every time I see your life I lose some f*cking hope
(I f*cking hate this smile, call me pus*y problemchild, uh)
Shhh, daddy-, daddy, why you closing on the f*ckin' door?
Brady-, Brady, take yo' ass right to the sandwich store
Pull up on me when you get the gas to f*ckin' go
Yeah, unemployment sh*t is f*ckin' fire
Pokémon wants to claim kill for hire
My charity is too f*ckin' nice
Giving back to those who can't domestically survive
I am immaculate pus*y, you cookie
Aaron come show me your goodies
But that's the game of a rookie
Daddy where are you? Let's look-ie
Show me a side of your pus*y
Overtaken by women who pushy
Where's ya' daughter? Where's ya' daughter?
Where's ya' daughter? Where's ya' daughter? Ugh
[Bridge]
She gettin' raised by another man
She gettin' raised by another man
Hehehehaha, b*tch
([?] suck a di*k)

[Verse 4]
Man that sh*t was trash
You're like an AID's patient, b*tch, go gave some ass
No, you a scared little b*tch who f*ckin' hates his dad
Nah, you're a bratty little b*tch who couldn't save your ass
(pus*y problem-, pus*y-, pus*y-) So you crazy huh?
Even though all you f*ckin' do is drink lean in a cup
Said I'm a woman yet I didn't get abused by a sl*t
Too bad you had to f*ckin' bust all inside of her guts
You are the same, leave me alone, pick up the phone
Put it on my pants, Aaron please let me put my di*k up in yo' ass
I texted you for a reason you b*tch
I got gas money bro, you can suck it off my di*k
b*tch I need some cash-app-, cash-app-, suck my f*ckin' cash-app
And tell that broke boy I need my f*ckin' lap tapped
My apologises, I meant to say laptop
Did Aaron like it when that cheater gave him mad c*ck?
You think you tough, b*tch you lame as f*ck
I just opened up your as*h*le and teared it up
No matter what you f*ckin' do, b*tch, here's the cut
Leave my name up out your mouth and my di*k in your butt, b*tch
(pus*y problem-, pus*y-, pus*y-, pus*y problemchild, ugh)
(pus*y problem-, pus*y-, pus*y-, pus*y problemchild, ugh)
(pus*y problem-, pus*y-, pus*y-, pus*y-)
Did Aaron like it when that cheater gave him mad c*ck?
(pus*y problemchild, ugh)

[Verse 5]
(Делит на бите, сука)
If I was a woman I would abuse ya'
[?], ayy, ayy, ayy
Oh sh*t, I forgot I need a f*cking mask
If you only brought that energy to be a f*ckin' dad
And now, I'm going to free my feng shui and breathe in
[?] percs [?] on my di*k
How the f*ck you make this sh*t and think this b*tch was lit?
Give my laptop, told you that I could teach you how to mix
b*tch you gone soft, I can blame it up all on a b*tch
Lost your child and Neo told me you should f*ckin' quit
I bet that niño had a f*ckin' kid and then he dipped
b*tch you gone soft, b*tch you gone soft
I think you-, falling off

[Verse 6]
You are [?], so pus*y open your mouth
Let me c*m in your hole
Let me beat on your spouse
[?], pus*y, falling off
[?]
I wanna bust in Aaron's ass
Livin' with yo' momma, boy, go be a dad
[?], you give it back
When I bust I do it all on up on her ass
Falling off, falling off, falling off
Where's my laptop?

[Interlude]
Can I put my balls in yo' jaws?
Balls in yo' jaws? Can I? Can I?
You put your balls in the [?]
Falling off

[Verse 7]
(My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all)
(The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all)
(And even if I could, it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall)
(It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad)
Dear Jesten, I wrote you but you still ain't calling
I left my cell, pager and my welfare at the bottom
I know you wanna take it, you broke motherf*cker
I wanna be like you, get beat up by my baby mother
I wanna be like you and never use a f*ckin' rubber
If you wanna learn Brad, learn from your brother
Deadbeat, midlife, drug motherf*cker
Stay broke your whole life b*tch, I hope suffer
You're gonna die in Michigan wit' you and your brothers
Screaming lowlife while you're living with yo' mother
Made fun of me 'cause I had a f*ckin' stutter
You stuttered in a b*tch and now she thinks that you love her
Fool stance, you a A, [?] in the building
Unemployment, thinkin' you got a record deal b*tch
Don't you ever hit me up, that's [?]
Focus on your kid

[Outro]
Oh wait, I hope you die b*tch
When you hear this song I hope you f*cking cry b*tch
Everything you say's a bunch of f*cking lies b*tch
One down, one down, like Jordan the one
And it's funny to see, that he's raising your grunt, ugh
Jesten, I tried to be nice
If I'm a f*cking woman, you just got abused twice
(Little Aloe's gonna be like "Daddy can we buy something?" and I'll be like "Let me just check the f*cking MWAM real quick honey.", f*cking head-ass, shut the f*ck up!)