America Has a Problem (Freestyle)

[Verse] Too much, ho, don't do too much Pullin' up to Magic City in a Uber Pockets fatter than a motherfuckin' FUPA When I enter Magic City, bitches group up Off-White head-to-toe like the Ku-Klan Diamonds on Dance Dance Revolution Got a new man then I got a new Benz This is my motherfuckin' "nigga, what-it-do?" dance Rich bitch on a rich nigga hit list If this bitch gets slick, she'll get hit Hoes washed up, dishes Lost and found, these hoes been missin' D-O-E, you can not define me Like Beyoncé, you could not find me I'm chillin' in The Hills with the roof off Step in the motherfuckin' booth and kick my shoеs off Like, let's get it, chеck critics Hoes pressed? Let's print it Most original and most these hoes just don't admit it Doechii gettin' dough and do-si-doin' on these niggas Hoes drop, it's crickets Doe' drop, sell tickets Why you bitches diggin' dirt? Dig up my net worth I know your bitches neck hurt 'cause I'm pressure How you turn a hunnid fans into a hunnid bands? How you turn a hunnid bands into a hunnid M's? How you from the North and claimin' you a croc' bitch? How you bitin' on the one and only Swamp Bitch? I see a lotta bitches, I don't see a lotta stars I hear a lot of rappers, I don't hear a lot of bars I see a lot of plastic, I don't see a lot of Barbz I see a lot of digits, I don't care about the charge [Outro] Ah-ah Let the beat breathe Ah-ah-ah Let the motherfuckin' beat breathe