ZOTiYAC - Problem Child lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - Problem Child lyrics]
Who did this shit? Gang, gang
Pick up my zips and my flips
Then I scooped her
Nigga your bitch is a flip phone a puta
Don't got no whip then I shoot out the Uber
Look at my kicks he get kicked in his pooper
I sell all this shit but I'm not a drug user
Used to pop pillies, then pop out on losers
Now I tote billies and hop out with shooters
I'm bob the build-y your bitch
I just screwed her
I get my first milli, my momma I move her
How can I get all this guap any sooner
I go everywhere it's no gossip or rumors
Crackin shit up I am not with the humor
The bullets leave knots in his
Top like a tumor fuck that
The hollows gon' shatter his helmet
I'm in the field but I ball like a hooper
Why you niggas takin' pictures with
Guns that ain't yours
Niggas jumpin' off the porch and
Ain't done with their chores
Talkin' sticks and the mops I’m
A son ah dat boy
And yo' daddy was a bitch you
A son ah dat boy
Now it's fatter than a bitch ain't
No run in that boy
And every time his homies die I'm
Makin' fun ah dat boy
I don’t really give a shit I
Was a stubborn ass boy
Niggas couldn’t tell me shit I had
A gun in class boy and you can ask boy I had
The hots in my hoodie
Fuck I look like takin' orders from pussies
I swear only shit that I
Serve is them cookies
Leave you on curb then I
Leave 'fore they book me
Dare any nigga test nerves or to push me
And I'm finna pull out the
Bird call it snookie
Nigga I'm ballin' like bird vs a rookie
I whip out the heat stick
That shit it get shooky
Yo hoe a freak off the liquor she frisk me
I’m smackin' that bitch if she
Lean in to kiss me
Fuck was you thinking? You
Dreaming like Disney
Ice cream on my wrist you
Would think you at Thrifty's
Pick up my zips and my flips
Then I scooped her
Nigga your bitch is a flip phone a puta
Don't got no whip then I shoot out the Uber
Look at my kicks he get kicked in his pooper
I sell all this shit but I'm not a drug user
Used to pop pillies, then pop out on losers
Now I tote billies and hop out with shooters
I'm bob the build-y your bitch
I just screwed her
I get my first milli, my momma I move her
How can I get all this guap any sooner
I go everywhere it's no gossip or rumors
Crackin shit up I am not with the humor
The bullets leave knots in his
Top like a tumor fuck that
The hollows gon' shatter his helmet
I'm in the field but I ball like a hooper
Why you niggas takin' pictures with
Guns that ain't yours
Niggas jumpin' off the porch and
Ain't done with their chores
Talkin' sticks and the mops I’m
A son ah dat boy
And yo' daddy was a bitch you
A son ah dat boy
Now it's fatter than a bitch ain't
No run in that boy
And every time his homies die I'm
Makin' fun ah dat boy
I don’t really give a shit I
Was a stubborn ass boy
Niggas couldn’t tell me shit I had
A gun in class boy and you can ask boy I had
The hots in my hoodie
Fuck I look like takin' orders from pussies
I swear only shit that I
Serve is them cookies
Leave you on curb then I
Leave 'fore they book me
Dare any nigga test nerves or to push me
And I'm finna pull out the
Bird call it snookie
Nigga I'm ballin' like bird vs a rookie
I whip out the heat stick
That shit it get shooky
Yo hoe a freak off the liquor she frisk me
I’m smackin' that bitch if she
Lean in to kiss me
Fuck was you thinking? You
Dreaming like Disney
Ice cream on my wrist you
Would think you at Thrifty's