Problem child ft. Trench youngin Lyrics

Youngin, been a problem child

Problem child, it ain't no copping out

Problem child, we play with them choppers, we will walk em down

You said what you said, so know it's up here, it ain't no copping now

Broad day, run into the opps, know that we hopping out

Grip the glizzy, start bussin' like fuck what niggas talking bout

Burly like the talkin', public be totin' them thirty rounds

Can't be broken, and tryna beef, fargo nem went bought 30 pounds

I bust em, letting thirty out, tryna kill who done hurt me now

Never did a drug, but the pain got me feeling dirty now

Juan certified with the glizzy, bet that house he knock em down

Ran it up off of a front, but now I sell it by the pound

Takin' risks, part of the shit was on parole and out of town

Robbery in progress, I just hope nobody make a sound

Five five 6's come quicker than you can crack a smile

Keep a cannon not nick but you know we really wyling out

Went to church, caught the holy ghost through the aisle, I start to shout

On the road state to state, fought my sleeper, had to take a nap

Gambling my only habit, wherever I'm shootin' craps

Wherever gon' move the bag on the daily, I love to trap

Youngins want to eat, so I gave him a phone that really slapped

Forever one hunnit', never a reason for me to cap

Problem child, we play with them choppers, we will walk em down

You said what you said, so know it's up, it ain't no coppin' now

Broad day runnin' to the opps, know that we hopping out

Gripped the glizzy, start bussin' like fuck what niggas talkin' bout

Barely like a talkin' public, be totin' them thirty rounds

Can't be broken and tryna beef fargo nem went bought 30 pounds

I bust, I'm lettin' thirty, I'm tryna kill who done hurt me

Never did a drug, but the pain got me feelin' dirty now

Try to take my heart, ain't got no feelings, I got hurt em now

When I pop out with the stick, you just gon' see how I get down

Bitch niggas be quick to flip the script, but they can't keep their style

Young niggas be tryna jock my shit, but they can't keep up now

I just put the switch up on them blicks, watch how they spitting now

Everybody say that they won't smoke until I sit em down

I just gave my junkies some fire dope, an now it's getting round

Everybody say that they won't turn, but they ain't getting round

If I'm busy, but I get that call, know I'ma turn around

Never shoot up houses, but just know that I will burn it down

More of a trapper than a rapper, so yeah I earned it now

Stackin' up piles, got them pounds, so I'ma burn em down

Problems child, we play with them choppers, we will walk em down

You said what you said, so know it's up, it ain't no coppin' out

broad day, run into the opps, know that we hopping out

Grip the glizzy, start bussin' like fuck what niggas talking bout

Barely like to talk in public, be totin' them thirty rounds

Cant be broke, tryna beef fargo nem went an bought thirty pounds

I bust em, lettin' thirty out, tryna kill who done hurt me now

Never did a drug, but the pain got me feeling dirty now

Got me feelin' dirty now

Yee! Trench yungin, got me feeling dirty now