PROBLEMS lyrics

[Intro]
n*gga you late, uh huh
I'm tryna uppin' my rank, uh huh
Lot of n*ggas that hate on me
This money, to make, oh yeah

[Chorus]
[?], bands, yeah, yeah
Off of [?], yeah
[?], in my lens, yeah, yeah
Spend my ten, yeah
That's yo man's? Oh huh
I'm gon' get him (Pftt)
I'm gon' flip that buck
Yeah, yeah, f*ck the system
Free my n*ggas, yeah, yeah, in that prison
Yeah, had to drop this hoe, yeah, yeah
On God, she p*ssed me off
I can't stress this hoe, no, I will not trip about none

[Verse]
Lil' bro tryna get whiped down, this sh*t risky
b*tch, I got problems, yeah
b*tch, I got problems, yeah (Pftt)
Hop out the whip, and we doin' him-
b*tch, I been trippin' on meds, feel like I'm losin' it
Yeah, I walk around with all of the red, feel like I'm Lucifer
That's yo man's, yeah
We gon' pull up, jugg him for his bands, yeah, yeah
b*tch, I'll never switch up on what I said, I'ma stand down, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, [?], hit right now, yeah
Bad hoe, tryna get piped down, yeah, yeah
Backstage, yeah, Rollin' Loud, b*tch
I been smokin' on loud
Yeah, I spent 500 on [?]
Yeah, I'm not tryna let her know
Big fat bullet, go through his throat
b*tch, start suckin' that di*k, she gross
n*gga wanna be me, tryna get close
b*tch, not suckin' di*k, get her gone
Countin' up green, [?]
[?]
In a all black tee, y-yeah
Take a n*gga life, quick fee, oh no
Copyright my [?]
n*gga you late, uh huh
I'm tryna uppin' my rank, uh huh
Lot of n*ggas that hate on me
This money, to make, oh yeah
My brother told me, to be great
F-F-f*ck them n*ggas, tryna get in the way, on God
That lil' hoe, she tryna get slayed (f*ck)
We kick through your door, like, [?]
[Chorus]
[?], bands, yeah
Off of [?], yeah
[?], in my lens, yeah
Spend my ten, yeah
That's yo man's? Oh huh
I'm gon' get him (Pftt)
I'm gon' flip that buck
Yeah, yeah, f*ck the system
Free my n*ggas, yeah, yeah, in that prison
Yeah, had to drop this hoe, yeah, yeah
On God, she p*ssed me off
I can't stress this hoe, no, I will not trip about none