[Verse 1]

Somebody call a chico, tell 'em I said thank you for the budget

I'm in the studio like fuck it, tell these other rappers, "Suck it!"

Cause I don't want no features, I turn my fans religious

When they hear me, they like Jesus, touch my forehead

Touch my chest, touch my shoulders left to right

Put my headphones on my ears while they plugging in my mic

Shut the door to the booth, it's just me and you

And I [?] to tell them the whole fucking truth

I'm on my motherfucking grind, you don't like it

You can slish your wrist, jump off thе bridge

You ain't finding no one sick as this

Big dick, sick dick, call me, "Sip for this"

You thirsty for thе lime light, get a cup, piss and sit

I got commercial appeal, I'm getting rich, bitch

And I stand on my own, I never sit, bitch

You should quit, bitch; this ain't it, bitch

Time to find yo ass a job off Rick, bitch

[Hook]

Tell 'em I don't want no problems

And I don't think they wanna leave

Tell 'em I don't want no problems

And I don't think they wanna leave cause

[Verse 2]

I'm feeling like S going, he was coming out with Ether

Can't wait 'til someone diss me, I ain't taking that shit either

But I ain't trying to rap back, nor clap back

I come and fuck your bitch, leave her there, that's that

I leave her strung out with her tongue out, then I run out

You fuck her in the future, but her cum just never come out

Just know I'm going in every day that you see the sun out

And when I hit that studio, it's like I pull the gun out

Hits motherfucker, tell your A&R, "I need a grip, motherfucker"

At least, the fucking milli, I ain't even being silly

Cause who's the competition l mean like, "OK, oh, really"

Anyway, whatever, I am so much fucking better

Now back to fucking bitches, I get back at you however

[Hook]

Tell 'em I don't want no problems

And I don't think they wanna leave

Tell 'em I don't want no problems

And I don't think they wanna leave