Problem

Yeah

Y'all know what...

I ain't even gon' say nothing

People be worried 'bout how much I'm making, don't worry 'bout me I be making a lot

Who is that nigga he live in America but he be speaking Jamaican a lot?

Yeah I show love but don't you come closer to me 'cause I be heartbreaking a lot

Stirring the pot

I think niggas they know they can't match up to me

And my shawty, my shawty she stuck with me

Yeah Unpopular Sound gon' be up with me

I met bitches who dreamt about fucking me

You know me I be at where the money be

And if I end up broke there's no more to peace

I'm a cop a crossbody to hold the piece

And if I see them niggas who murder my uncle just send me to jail cause it's over please

Yeah, Bought all that shit that I really needed

Now I look at it like don't really need it

Got Palm Angels on me while I'm whippin' demons

I be thinking I'm sick for no fucking reason

I can't party with people I'm fucking leaving

Sold me out but then again I didn't need 'em

Me and my girl sometimes be having late agreements

And I know she know it

Created the sound everybody stole it

I'm 'bout to drop it's a spooky moment

Single better than the projects y'all niggas dropping I had to say something don't it?

See me in a whip then I gotta own it

'Member them days we took busses only

Now I call her over to buss it only

Fuck everybody who fronted on me

Yeah, I'm a different type a nigga

And I like different type of bitches

We be in the club just living

Sippin' on different type of liquors

I know they lowkey hating on me

Wanna end up in my position

Every time I drop I murder rappers

Right now I got no competition