I got some problems, I got some problems

Shawty bad, I can feel that pussy throbbin'

These drugs, they can't fix my fuckin' problems

I'm tryna find a way that I'm gon' solve them

I got some problems, I got some problems

Shawty bad, I can feel that pussy throbbin'

These drugs, they can't fix my fuckin' problems

I'm tryna find a way that I'm gon' solve them

I'm problem solvin', I'm problem solvin'

We sendin' warning shots out, fuck your caution (Uh)

These **** mad as fuck lil' Pz' baby saucin'

But I don't give no fuck, might take a flight to Boston

My **** mobbin', your **** sobbin'

Lil shawty poppin' (Poppin'), that pussy poppin' (Poppin')

Brand new Dior jeans, them bitches cost your noggin'

You gotta remind yourself, you talkin' to a model

I go full throttle, I pop that bottle (Uh, uh)

I got this bad little bitch, her body shaped like Coke bottle, damn (Okay)

I got some problems, I got some problems

I got some fuckin' problems (Uh, uh)

I got some problems, I'm tryna find the key but I can't solve it

I'm catchin' all these flights, I'm fuckin' models (Models)

A **** steady popping all these bottles, uh

Im fuckin' up, I gotta go

Lil' shawty bad as fuck, but I can't fuck around with snow

That **** pulled up tryna kick my motherfuckin' door

I hit him with that fire and now that **** is no more

I hit him with that fire and now that **** is no more (More)

We hit that fuckin' front, we hit that fuckin' back door

He know lil' Pz' pulled up, we gon' up the fuckin' score

Ain't no spy kids, we takin' off them life points