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]

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