I Don’t Have a Problem

[Intro]

*laughing*

You got a problem?

My new bitch, she bad as fuck

Look like she from Maxim, uh

So much on my back, I'm surprised I don't have sciatica

Like, this shit's just not adding up

Like, I just cannot have enough

They just can't match my stamina

Now I think that they're mad at us

I know-

'Cuz I did this shit on my own

They wish I need them but I don't

Leave me alone

Tell 'em all that I'm god, now they gon' start believing

Fifteen shots, now I'm gone, I think my heart is bleeding

Three missed calls from Hani, look I'm sorry because

She just saw that I'm on, now she gon' offer me some

Sloppy top

Fuckin' her so hard she finna call me god

When I cum I yell like Kamehame - ha

I turn this [?] into a Mardi Gras

I called your bluff, you talk your stuff

Always anonymous

You ain't nothin' but some fuckin future coffin dust

That copies us

And talks to us

Like, "Yo, you're awesome bruh"

But fuck these other artists talkin' nonsense

Fuck your fuckin' profit

I got plans, got options

I know they're watching

I know that I have to stop 'em

I know that I have to drop 'em

I know that they always talkin'

And I hear the silence when I come around

And look

I don't have a fuckin' problem, no

Said, I don't have a fuckin' problem, no

I don't have a fuckin' problem, no

I don't have a fuckin'-