Inner Problems Lyrics

(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, 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 choppa'
Pussy nigga always plot on me, bullets stop em
Tryna plot on me, them bullets stop them
Pussy niggas talkin'
Them bullets fuckin' chop em
Do we got a fuckin' problem?
Do we got a fuckin' problem?
Bitch 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-