I don't want no problems

I don't wanna see nobody bout it

They're seeking a conflict

Until we flip like Breezy at concerts

Stop with the nonsense

Please stop with that negative energy

Or you better be ready for the repercussions

I hang with the reaper often

Rarely turning and tossing

Only gone sleep when I own my own coffin

Came in straight from the office, suit and tie like Hov and Justin

Just in case

I need a formal introduction

I understand that we in public

But if you gotta do it then you gotta bust it

If you gotta knee then you gotta touch it (touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it)

Section full of baddies, you the baddest

Quite the savage, sorry I'm too savvy for your cameras

I know how things work I'm not new to this

Disturbing my peace is ludicrous

I'm not mad, just work on your tactics

That's all I'm saying

Plenty birdies in the atmosphere

Getting flirty flirty with the boy

Their intensions are so clear, round the shots

Before we clear, we outta here

Tell the waiter "stop", we outta beer

Fuck the opps, we outta fear, yeah

I left all my problems in the rear

Came to see it, pop it like it's too much pressure from my peers

round the shots

Before we clear, we outta here

Tell the waiter "stop", we outta beer

Fuck the opps, we outta fear, yeah

Don't want no issues

But why would I stop with all that I've been through

I'm packing a pistol

I'm shooting my shot, it's bout to get sexual

They're lacking a rent due

Was gonna show out for all of these bitches

We seldom do pictures

A private party with people that ain't posed to be with us

Quiet that musical man

Put so many strings I could start a band

My hands are covered in glam

Flicking the wrist no pots and pans

Verbal assassin

My words cut deep, I'm speak in passion

No need for practice

If I get her to laugh it's late like fashion

Listen, not gonna lie, my ego is up, stuck

Reason I don't give a fuck, don't believe in luck

Made to be up, stuck, again

Gin in my cup, reason I'm stuck

She got her butt up, down for quickidy fuck, what

I'm not the one that got cuffed, nah

I'm not the one that's a munch, look

The rain pouring, if Bane calling, just say I'm on it

My laced Jordan's like James Corden at eight in the morning

They never showing, these dark nights, it's when we swarm in

There's gang noises, the air toxic, a street performance

Plenty birdies in the atmosphere

Getting flirty flirty with the boy

Their intensions are so clear, round the shots

Before we clear, we outta here

Tell the waiter "stop", we outta beer

Fuck the opps, we outta fear, yeah

I left all my problems in the rear

Came to see it, pop it like it's too much pressure from my peers

round the shots

Before we clear, we outta here

Tell the waiter "stop", we outta beer

Fuck the opps, we outta fear, yeah