BM Problems

Shit got me fucked up in the head, man

I don't know why you fuckin' with the wrong one, though

Yeah

Yeah

SlumDogg

Baby mom's fucked up, let a **** put his hands on her

Huh? she don't even let me do that

And the worst part about it,

She won't even let me get at him

Damn

For a long-ass minute, I ain't even have a Wocky moment

You're supposed to sick me on the ****, don't take me off

And get this ass in the open, let me take him out

Do his ass like clothesline, air him out

You hear me?

I don't care you got fire, I don't need a gun

And it ain't no queer in me, I don't need to run

ZLE Camaro with the SIX up on it

Nah, it's a LT, but I got your bitch up on it

Never could be a hoe **** to hit a woman

Glock 23 loaded with the drum up on it

Try my sis, I leave you missing, huh?

Try my bitch, I leave you limping, huh?

Try my BMN, I'm digging ditches, mmh?

And it's crazy how you call me baby daddy

When I try to flip, let me get at em

I've been trying to kill, giving passion, huh

Can't show me that it's real when I'm asking, huh

I've been in the field, no gassing, huh

If I ask you for the steal, just pass it

What you say?

I've been trying to kill, giving passion, huh

Can't show me that it's real when I'm asking, huh

I've been in the field, no gassing, huh

If I ask you for the steal, just pass it

Hold up, you ain't about to be talking to me like

Don shit, I'm no other ****, huh

Lethal weapon, Danny Glover ****

I'm hot, straight out the oven

If I see him, I'ma stuff a ****

I don't rock with no chicken, I'ma pluck a ****

What's good with this ****? What time you on?

She ain't giving up the pussy, your mind is blown

I don't understand how you Wocky, you got no ties

I don't understand how you leave me, get worse guys

I break his hands, turn his shirt into tie-dye

Man, fuck you ****, man, I'm talking to my guys

Most **** claim blood, cripple, I don't even bang

Most **** quick to hit a bitch who can't stand his lane

It's too much pussy out here, I be diving

Get her to suck and fuck and then I slide in

If she ain't open no V., then I'm sliding

Oh, you ain't talking to me, oh boy you wild'n

Baby mom's fucked up, let a **** put his hands on her

Huh? she don't even let me do that

And the worst part about it,

She won't even let me get at him

Damn

For a long-ass minute, I ain't even have a Wocky moment

You're supposed to sick me on the ****, don't take me off

And get this ass in the open, let me take him out

Do his ass like clothesline, air him out

You hear me?

I don't care you got fire, I don't need a gun

And it ain't no queer in me, I don't need to run

ZLE Camaro with the SIX up on it

Nah, it's a LT, but I got your bitch up on it

Hoe-ass ****, hoe-ass bitch

Fuck you talking my ****

Nah, some hoe-ass ****, y'all like touching women

You feel me

Gangsta, I'm dog, I'm Real, what?

My man

Catch a **** talking slick to my mother