Only this, Only that

Shut the fuck up

You bought my girl a car to drive and Birkin bags

I buy my girl garbage ties and turkey bags

Told her "Bag this shit up and I hurry back"

And I be fucking that broad 'til it hurts my back

You on the radio, but you wack as fuck to me

All that coke whipping ain't what it's cracked up to be

You probably never heard 36 Chambers

If you never killed a cop then you not a real gangster

I'm in the building, dressed like a '30s mobster

Bitches wanna talk, I'm straight, I got perfect posture

Kidnap your son and brother

I beat you to death with the hammer if the hammer don't work

I pop roofies like a date with Bill Cosbey

I sip lean 'til I sound like Lil Yachty

Blow off my hand when the throwaway burst

I charge you 20 stacks and sell your ass a throwaway verse

What's up?

I don't love bad bitches, what's my fucking problem?

I think I fuck too much, I got a fucking problem

I'm smoking weed in public, what's the fucking problem?

And while we on the subject, I'm a fucking problem

I am crazy insane, I got fucking problems

I'm addicted to pain, it's a fucking problem

I put dirt on your name, it ain't a fucking problem

Guess what? Life's a bitch, I got a hundred problems

And what's a black beetle anyway, I fucking roach?

Pull a gun, I'll pull your tongue through your fucking throat

K-bar, AR with a fucking scope

I'll put hands on your boys like the fucking pope

Yea I stabbed a white rapper to death

And I said "Black Lives Matter" and left

The homie cooking up crack, he the raw chef

I'm playing the background, playing some Sha Hef

I beam up motherfuckers like Star Trek

Send your bodyguard to God, God bless

I shoot the top dog in the back like Scarface

Desperado, pulling gats from out a guitar case

If I go to prison it's because I robbed banks

I'll fuck around and escape like Shawshank

This lame said he was gonna murder my ma

Seen him in person, he not a real murderer, nah

What's up?

I don't love bad bitches, what's my fucking problem?

I think I fuck too much, I got a fucking problem

I'm smoking weed in public, what's the fucking problem?

And while we on the subject, I'm a fucking problem

I am crazy insane, I got fucking problems

I'm addicted to pain, it's a fucking problem

I put dirt on your name, it ain't a fucking problem

Guess what? Life's a bitch, I got a hundred problems

If you dumb as fuck then my shit is probably wack to you

I'll rob you and sell your own dope back to you

I want a dollar for every person that cancer killed

I'm tryna star in Thrasher / Slasher films

You rats get killed, caps get peeled

Casket sealed, pushing up daffodils

You sound like T-Pain, you don't rap for real

Bu the truth is hard to swallow like a jagged pill

I'll put rat poison in your kid's Happy Meal

Cut your neck, make it look like you have some gills

When you rap, you're like a rat on a hamster wheel

I done ran a hundred pack through my vacuum seal

If you ain't done what you rap about, there's nothing to rap about

They ask when my album out cause they know I'm blacking out

Say my name, I run up and shoot your bladder out

That's what you get, blabbermouth

What's up?

I don't love bad bitches, what's my fucking problem?

I think I fuck too much, I got a fucking problem

I'm smoking weed in public, what's the fucking problem?

And while we on the subject, I'm a fucking problem

I am crazy insane, I got fucking problems

I'm addicted to pain, it's a fucking problem

I put dirt on your name, it ain't a fucking problem

Guess what? Life's a bitch, I got a hundred problems

I don't love bad bitches, what's my fucking problem?

I think I fuck too much, I got a fucking problem

I'm smoking weed in public, what's the fucking problem?

And while we on the subject, I'm a fucking problem

I am crazy insane, I got fucking problems

I'm addicted to pain, it's a fucking problem

I put dirt on your name, it ain't a fucking problem

Guess what? Life's a bitch, I got a hundred problems