Problem Child Lyrics

I went hunting

For lions and

Tiger and bears

In jungle

They thought I

Fell of but did

Nothing but

Fumble

Pick the ball

Back up and

I just Kept

On Running

I started with

Nothing turned

That shit to

Something

That bitch

Want some

Money tell her

Keep it coming

If that bitch

Want a bun

She got to

Eat my honey

Its a 2 for 1

Ain't talking

Little debbies

Start pushing

The weight

Cause the

Pounds had

Got heavy

Start filling

The bags

Not with

Trash but

It's heafty

Did it on

My own

Cause

Nobody

Was helping

Do not hit

My phone

If ain't

Bout some

Money

You think

You gone

Take it

From me

You's a

Dummy

My garbage

Man on your

Block he get

To dumping

I got some

Sores on my

Fingers from

The thumbing

You got a few

On your feet

From all

The running

I been about

Mine my mind was

On the numbers

No Stevie Wonders

But they didn't see

This coming

My bitch like

Wonder Woman

Yea she so

Stunning

When it rains

And thunder

She making

It sunny

Licking on

Her brains

Putting kids

In her tummy

She know ima

Freak..Alien..Monkey

Go ape shit

In the pussy

Slapping

That donkey

The next

Morning

Disappear

Off to the

Money

Last night

I was horny

Got some

Weed up

Off me

I sold a

10 piece

And kept

It all

For profit

If you

Want some

Turkey bags

Then you

Call me

They call

Me the

Quarterback

I run the

Option

The feds

Can not

Touch me

I'm like

Lamar Jackson

Pull up on

Hollywood

We burning

Right past him

If they want

The smoke

Then we

Give them

The ashes

Stop with

All the

Questions

The fuck

Is asking

I can't do

A interview

The feds

Might tap

Me

Cause I been

That little dude

That never

Had shit

Now they

Want to

Figure out

How did it

Happened

I just want

Some privacy

Off in a mansion

Can't fuck with

Them people

Can't fuck with

Them cameras

They wearing

Recorders they

Just need

Some ammo

If I see reporters

Then I change

The channel

I turned

Off the TV

Got business

To handle

These niggas

Be watching me

I'm in they panel

I'm not in

Your rear

View I'm

Not in your

Peer view

You niggas

Don't get it

I wouldn't

Come near

You

These

Niggas

Like

Windows

I'm seeing

Right

Through you

I got my

Own shit

I can't Worry

What he do

If they want to

Eat then put

You on the menu

Can't be

On the

Streets

Until you

Get a tool

How you

Feeding

Your people

Can't get

To the food

We gone

Cut that

Little nigga

Off from all

The loot

If you want

To get to it

Then jump

Through

The hoops

If lil dawg

Get the

Drop then

His niggas

Gone scoop

We gone

Slide on

His block

And then

Chop off

His roof

We was

Down in

The boneyard

Digging out

For you

Ride around

With a dirty

Stick off in

The coupe

Watch them

Niggas get

Scared when

They see me

Come through

Ima keep that

Same energy

From in the booth

Might pull a

Jeepers creepers

Pull up with

No crew

Only for a few

Nights in some

Years what I do

I got wings

On my back

But got horns

On my head

Cause I want

It all dead

Charge a

Arm & a leg

If that bitch

Got some

Brains then

Ima want

Her head

The next

Nigga that

Talk ima

Rip out

His neck

I'm tired

Doing time

For some

Shit that

They said

When it

Come to

The court

Room ain't

No evidence