Camcuddy - Problems Lyrics

You won't see me with no bitches 'cause I wanna f*ck all of em
If they see them imma slime and then I'll slide em the polymer
If she low key and she bad and she ain't got many followers
Ring ring, DM, bitch I gotta go talk to her
Now I got this new, bitch, we ride around she the baddest
In my white, German car, sport mode is the fastest
Squad sitting in the back, rolling green it's the gassest
And I ain't with the talking shit I pull up on you and blast it
Okay
I'm f*cking with yo hoe and she don't love you no more
And we just chillin in my bed bumping mobile suit woe
Wait for wulf to drop that line about the labels then go
Cause she know what's about to happen see me mix the xannys and dro yeah
We wake up check the weather another long, sleeve, day
Temperature is 31, freezing in LBK
Gotta have my morning coffee or my life in disarray
If you hating you's a lame so do yo part stay away
Hoe, told me that we f*cked I don't remember
Off the liquor
Woke up took yo ass back, and then I cut you off with scissors
Don't be bitter
You a thot
Should be treated well, not
Face look like a f*cking rock
Please take me back to the spot
Oh
High while I drive you know how I f*cking whip
Drop the top going 90 sound just like a spaceship
Smoke coming out the roof chiminea smoking spoof
Flashing lights in my rear view we disappear like poof
Who, told you I was lying
I was locked up once in Bryan
Now I'm chilling in the kitchen on the skillet chicken frying
I ain't f*cking with no law
And I don't be f*cking with y'all
So if you pull up in the mall
And I'm with homies it's a brawl
Aw