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)