I GOTTA PROBLEM Lyrics

I got a problem

These niggas wanna take my sound

Everything the captain do

They sit and watch like wow

Back at barnyard pockets stuffed

Like a fucking cow

My bitch want a dog

Can't make her mind

Its either Lab or chow

I'm like how

Did they allow you peons

In the fucking crowd

That's foul

Pocket watching go and some money

Go and gets some funds

Run a bag up

And touch and Mille son

My old bitch wanna fuck but she outta luck

Leave her ass alone I know better then to rush and bust

I'm going up now they wanna say whats up

Ayee that shit gotta suck if you ain't getting down to suck

Aye her booty fat asf I'm tryna see if i can fuck

Aye shawty what's up hennise in her cup

She said chilling nothing much

I'm just tryna have fun

I'm like I feel that's what's up

Im captain nice to meet you

Casamigos in my cup

I'm think

She said why that call you that

Because I'm the thats leading

Runtz in my blunt

She got to cheeseing

Now i think She wanna fuck

But we ain't leaving

Not yet ain't gotta rush

Let take our time

And move it slow

She like big niggas not sloppy joes

At home she got rich niggas on her phone

Captain smooth so she still going

Ralph Lauren head feet

When im in a foreign

I'm Jaden Ivey with the rock

I can't stop from scoring

Pedal to the fucking metal

The whip I floor it

223s gone make him fly like Michael Jordan

That's a damn shame

Pop up out the cut I got a chop and some champagne

I'm bout to bust it all over they bodies

This Jrn rain

Fuck a fake beef you niggas lie for internet fame

But really be bitches, you can die for internet sayings

They don't fight no more they pussy so they just spraying

Ain't got no aim so the get close like they wanna fight

But when you swing and it hurt

Guarantee they gone up pipe

Don't matter what's the race cause pussies

Come black asian and white

I got white bitches moving white

snow globe

I got Cleveland niggas moving brown

I need a logo

I got a bad bitch she bounce house the dick like pogo

I told her Bring a friend

She said she bringing twin

I got 10 for a bitch named Gwen

I got a lil shine on me think I cost bout 10

20 shots to face leave his ass where he stand

He should've chose a different side he turned 20 on Wednesday

Pop a 30 for the pain cause I feel like it heals me

30 seconds on the clock no time outs

You know the feeling

Going 30 for 30 ESPN gonna film me

I got a problem

These niggas wanna take my sound

Everything the captain do

They sit and watch like wow

Back at barnyard pockets stuffed

Like a fucking cow

My bitch want a dog

Can't make her mind

Its either Lab or chow

I'm like how

Did they allow you peons

In the fucking crowd

That's foul

Pocket watching go and some money

Go and gets some funds

Run a bag up

And touch and Mille son

You know what im saying

When captain ant hop on a beat you already know what top expect

All tough shit

JRN we on the way up