yung droozy - problems lyrics
[verse 1]
thinking to much
tray filled with bud
i never got a gun
yeah i gotta lotta problems
so i’m out here poppin’ bottles
i do not have many morals
i hate these f-cking locals
tryna reach the global
now i’m up in traffic, left, right motherf-cking weave
when i hop up on the scene
treat my b-tch like a queen
see me through your f-cking screen
i said motherf-ck a spleen
yeah i’m boutta crash
barely any cash
her feet on the dash
but this ain’t no ‘lac
all my music whack
all i am is trash
i don’t have much slack
[verse 2]
you don’t want smoke
steady losing hope
i don’t give a f-ck i don’t know how to cope
don’t talk to many
always been ready
probably lacking bennies
bury me with some pennies
chilling with f-cking fairies
recently sh-ts heavy
filled with lots of f-cking envy
youre tryna cause harm
i’ll break your f-cking arm
take your f-cking car
ride off in the sunset
off lots of ket
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