Only Problem (feat. 03 Greedo)

My only problem is I keep poppin' these percocets Took his chains cause he play tough Now come purchase it back Jeans only cost me a band, but I got 50 in them Hit they hood and spin all night, I got dizzy with them The gat ain't in the car, I'm in the club with it Let Yak come beat your block, I love that dumb nigga Pink 10s, RPs, my meds at Walked in swinging big cubans and head tats She suck me good, she got me leanin' like my cream soda I seen her friends been eyeing me, told her bring them over You know I sprayed the YSL still smell the cookie on me Bad bitch with a fat ass put that pussy on me Fuckin' yerkies got my motherfuckin' palms itching I need all my kicks designer, or I cannot fit them In the booth beating the mic like I'm Sonny Liston In the house searching for money, now their safe missing In the club swinging my chain like hula hoop Everybody turn to opps, I don't know who to shoot Told the bitch to slow down, I almost spilled my juice If the ball was in your hand, what would you do? I'm finna do a song with somebody that I don't like This nigga think we cool but he won't make it home tonight They call me Greedy when I eat, she got overbite Red bottoms steppin' on the lean Can't roll your soda sprite Need purple guts inside my ghost call it the poltergeist I've been possessed by little money finna pour tonight Just fucked the partner of my ex Like she don't know my wife I'm banging grape street crip Bitch you know I'm trife Bitch I'm still high off shit I popped back in 2009 I'm still alive and all my opps, shit all them niggas dying Don't ask me bout no Cali rappers, all them niggas lyin' They ain't no flockerss, ain't no trappers, ain't committing crimes Each time 03 link with R3, these niggas throwin' signs They finna free my fucking flee and bitch it's going down 2013 to '23 and we ain't been around but imma give it to you straight You play we give you rounds Ain't talking boxes turned to hashtags off a fenty pound Hottest new artist but for 15 years been underground They speed my songs up and do dances with them kiddy clowns Might paint my face, hop out with steppers in the biggest crowd We ride with spinners, we ride spinners, it don't stop Pimpin like Crunchy Black the mafia back on the block I got some some Memphis grapes that pop a youngin' nigga top You play with Greedy name and we ain't ever met, I'm just that hot I gained some weight in prison, this ain't fat I'll knock you out Enemies respect me cause I never flinched, they packed me out Bitch I'm banging on grape, I never rolled it up Some of y'all, done turned it down And y'all ain't standing close to us Murder R3 songs cause he remind me of my evil twin Know they call me Greedy, after this gon' have to eat again I hustle off my tax ID and I might use a CPN I know this verse a little long, so what, just loop the beat again Still standing on business, I stand up like a comedian I'm back to get my motherfucking state up out they seat again Been down for 7 burners, I ain't scared to up the heat again Switch my parole to Cali just so I can smoke some weed again I must have a weak bladder cause a nigga finna P again Don't ever say these rappers sounding something like 03 again She don't wanna get me, shit I'm sorry I don't need her then If you ain't down to kill a nigga for me I can't be your friend Huh His jewelry cheap, that cuban hollow Thought he was a killer, real driller, he got bopped though Niggas in they videos with they AR's and still ain't drop shit I go grab my chop, drop a body, I don't drop diss I'm in Nieman Marcus, pockets bulging, blowing big racks Aim the 762's, out his face and push his shit back My homies outside toting sticks like they can't see nothin' When it's time to slide if you in this ride, you know how we comin' You ain't ever stripped a nigga for a box of p's Don't crack stoves and flock houses, nigga that's my thing My watch cost a little more, I bust the face too We them niggas bouncing out letting dracs loose Blower in my Amiri jeans and I'm clutching it She got a design on her toes and I'm lovin' it I'm in here leaning to the left off a pink 10 Hundreds piled up on the floor counting Big Ben