Inner Problems - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Mhm, you're listening to Yhapojj)

She telling me she gay, and I'm like, "Perfect, bitch"

Rollin down the street, I see my niggas here

She telling me she gay and I'm like, "Yes, perfect, bitch"

You fucking with a nigga, I never heard of him

I'm rollin' with my sswudda, he a gun 'em down

Rollin with this bitch, this bitch a fuck a town

Can you be my Whitney to my Bobby Brown?

Yeah, hey

I never thought that he couldn't compete with me now

Rollin down the street with a chopper

Pussy nigga always plot on me, bullets stop 'em

Tryna plot on me, them bullets stop him

Pussy niggas talkin'

Them bullets fuckin' chop him

Do we got a fuckin' problem?

Bitch, do we got a fuckin' problem?

Like, what's the fuckin' problem?

Bitch nigga, what's the fucking problem?

I think I got a fucking problem

(I'm tired of all of these fucking problems)

I love sex, is that a fucking problem?

Seen your brother, bitch, and I'ma catch that body

And I'll kill his partna's

Swear to god, I'll kill his partna's

(Swear to god, I'll kill his partna's)

Fuck him, and fuck all his partna's

(Fuck him, and fuck all his partna's)

Fuck that n****, and all his dead partna's

Do some 'bout it

Bitch ass won't do 'nun 'bout it

And these bitches givin' up they bodies

I wouldn't give a bitch none of my knowledge

Knowledge is power

I wouldn't even give a bitch none of my power

Them bullets gon' howl (Let's fucking go)

I know my wolves in the wolf gon' howl

Quit tryin hold that fake shit

But you got hold that-, psh-, psh—

Quit tryin hold that fake shit

Bitch get off that-, psh-, psh—