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zotiyac - problem child lyrics

[intro]
who did this sh-t?
gang, gang

[verse]
pick up my zips and my flips, then i scooped her
n-gga your b-tch is a flip phone a puta
don’t got no whip then i shoot out the uber
look at my kicks he get kicked in his p–per
i sell all this sh-t but i’m not a drug user
used to pop pillies, then pop out on losers
now i tote billies and hop out with shooters
i’m bob the build-y your b-tch i just screwed her
i get my first milli, my momma i move her
how can i get all this guap any sooner
i go everywhere it’s no gossip or rumors
crackin sh-t up i am not with the humor
the bullets leave knots in his top like a tumor
f-ck that, the hollows gon’ shatter his helmet
i’m in the field but i ball like a hooper
why you n-ggas takin’ pictures with guns that ain’t yours
n-ggas jumpin’ off the porch and ain’t done with their ch0r-s
talkin’ sticks and the mops i’m a son ah dat boy
and yo’ daddy was a b-tch you a son ah dat boy
now its fatter than a b-tch ain’t no run in that boy
and every time his homies die i’m makin’ fun ah dat boy
i don’t really give a sh-t i was a stubborn -ss boy
n-ggas couldn’t tell me sh-t i had a gun in cl-ss boy
and you can ask boy i had the hots in my hoodie
f-ck i look like takin’ orders from p-ssies
i swear only sh-t that i serve is them cookies
leave you on curb then i leave ‘fore they book me
dare any n-gga test nerves or to push me
and i’m finna pull out the bird call it snookie
n-gga i’m ballin’ like bird vs a rookie
i whip out the heat stick that sh-t it get shooky
yo hoe a freak off the liquor she frisk me
i’m smackin’ that b-tch if she lean in to kiss me
f-ck was you thinking? you dreaming like disney
ice cream on my wrist you would think you at thrifty’s

- zotiyac lyrics

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