500 Problems Lyrics

I got like 500 fucking problems i can think of right now

Make em say goodness gracious, when'd he make this shit

Now I'm blowing clouds out of a fuckin spaceship

Ridin round town and I'm smokin on that big pack

Had to put the drugs down, oh how I want em back (again)

No one want me doe

Cuz I'm 2 real

Never put the blunt out

Bussin off all the pills

I feel so fuckin sick, withdrawing

Fuck the meds, i am so tired of it

Ima rock like milly

He gon drop like Billy

You are so fuckin silly

I make hard fucking music

You make lame fucking music

Bitch I saw it in your bio

Your a leech n Bitch made

I bet u think that ur an idol

And you'll rep that fuckin title

Till the day you fuckin die

Pitiful existence, live that life and never ask why

Yea yea smoking that gas

Yea yea rolling that fat

Bad bad, you know what it is

Lad lad I came wit a brit

Yea yea smoking that gas

Yea yea rolling that fat

Bad bad, you know what it is

Bad bad i came with a stick

I got like 500 fucking problems i can think of right now

Make em say goodness gracious, when'd he make this shit

Now I'm blowing clouds out of a fuckin spaceship

Ridin round town and I'm smokin on that big pack

Had to put the drugs down, oh how I want em back (again)

No one want me doe

Cuz I'm 2 real

Never put the blunt out

Bussin off all the pills

500 problems

500 problems

And you aint one

Ima giant ill shake sum

If you got them hundos

Ima need them Pronto

Girl gimme it now

think its time to switch up it now

pop 3 pills ima get me litty

Ignored the text but i got me the kitty

rep myself but you claim ur city

Its a shame its so damn pity

I bite hard like saber tooth

Ur shit cap u don't tell the truth

I make hits when I'm in the booth

I mix beans like fruity loops