problems

Yeah, yo, ay, yo I got some problems (Yup) Run and tell that To the few of you talking that shit But you never would hit my dm's (Snakes) Got shit on my mental I'm fucked in the mind (I'm fucked) But with the distractions, I still look at you And I still see the slime Your main girl at my door like hello Like moto Want photos Girl, it's a no go Gimme the loot and I'm out like Diablo Or you could leave in twenty Actually, no ones home, spend plenty She lose the clothes When I motorboat Got me muffled out like Kenny, yeah No something doesn't sound right Hol' up 9TAILS I thought you were a sad guy I'm pursuing music I'm not pursuing a bad life If I get a chance to fix my shit I wanna live nice On that "I don't wanna listen to you if you do not wanna die" Tell me why 'Cause those comments tend to keep me up at night I'm not offended But I'm not pretending That my sadness more than average Just so I can take advantage of the scene Whiter than the filling in a Krispy Kreme Got no lean But the green Come a quarter ounce a week (Weed smoke) I smoke until I sleep Substitute my antidepressants For some OG (For the weed smoke) I got some problems Run and tell that To the few of you talking that shit But you never would hit my dm's (Snakes) Got shit on my mental I'm fucked in my mind (I'm fucked) But with the distractions, I still look at you And I still see the slime Nine-millimeter glass bong (Slurp) Walk in with it Dirty week old water Dump it out and fill it in the kitchen See the resi, hit the dishes Shit disgusting Swear this shit could prolly kill some fishes I'm insane But you prolly think I'm bluffing Next time I should down the water burping like it's nothing Next time I might leave the party without saying nothing Think I gotta meet my cousins or something I should get cutting, yeah Ay Talking all that shit you gotta try and back it up (Back it up, back it up, yeah) Know you told the boys but that shit will not be enough (Not enough, no it's not enough, yeah) I could pick and choose what verses I could light you up with (Light you up, light you up, ay) Bars that burn you down it have you looking like a sunset Woah Smoking on the beach, I blow it out into the ocean None of you are good for anything but the commotion I got some problems Run and tell that (Tell that shit) To the few of you talking that shit But you never would hit my dm's (Nope) Got shit on my mental I'm fucked in the mind But with the distractions, I still look at you And I still see the slime (Nickelodeon) I got some problems (I got some problems) Run and tell that To the few of you talking that shit But you never would hit my dm's Got shit on my mental I'm fucked in the mind (I'm fucked, up in the mind) But with the distractions, I still look at you And I still see the slime Dirty Nike Roshes Guacamole Breathing inward slowly 24 grams in my bag, I call it Kobe pack (Swish) Shit'll blow you back Make you see the zodiac (Stars) Ay Start the SodaStream Bubble up the juice and Jack (Okay, okay) Ay, ay She gimme Oral B Like she was tryna fight the plaque (Gimme Oral B, like she was tryna fight the plaque) (9TAILS)