Yeah im Sorta problematic I cause issues in your household

Running up a pack like I got issues with the count cold

Case when I come in cause my stomach

Like the Dow Jones

Dropping headed south for a week and

Then I bounce home

Why so sudden need the medicine to let it go

High soap fucking out control I’m here to

Let em known

I can’t take the pressure no my head about to fucking blow

I’m beckoning to death with every step and every messagе wrote

I don’t wanna drop top, not that kid

Used to move it off my bikе to everyone that know I’m lit

Now I’m someone that they recognize but something must’ve switched

Cause I’m shunning all your shit I don’t need you to get in

B1tch I’m backpack stack shawty catch me on the bridge

Your shit wack wack probably why you

Always on my dick

I don’t dap slap hands with the fake I know you is

Only here just for a grip, fair the weather when I dip

Distant minded, I don’t buy it, I been dying for some time

I’m deriding all these rappers whole discography with lines

It’s a ticking ticking time bomb

Bouta fucking fly

Off the shelf I let em die

With the wits I said goodbye

Bitch you burnt, work

Harder than a god damn machine

Out the dirt, hurt carting round my hate for where we been

Where we living, where we spin fuck the sound of Summer been

Shut inside for 20 months so now I’m bouta fucking sin