Riccy Runtz - Problem After Problem

How you gon' slide? How you gon' catch a body? And you ain't got no stick
I'm outside with my five, tryna put up some shit
Don't play me dumb, you know why I left bitch and you know what you did
Black flag on the right, Jt on the left, we ready to step on shit
Problem after problem, lost my mind, shit don't make no sense
I gave you help, I held my hand out, stop trippin', you get what you get
This bitch so bad, I put up with attitudes but hate it when she throw a fit
Sending me voice messages, I like how you talk, baby come suck on this dick
That pussy get wet for me, I might hit it again and leave her drenched
Shoutout my twin, real FTOS shit, the whole team wins
Ain't took my med's so I'm off the wall, the ADHD kick in
Yo' backdoor open, we coming in, we might kick in yo' shit
Oh, I tried to be with her but this hoe slimey then a bitch
Oh my God, you playing me dumb but I'm no one to be playing with
I'm gon' sin and spin till I get dizzy as shit
Come gimme head, fuck talking and shit
He lowkey mad cause we offed his clique
That boy died then another died, we got they city throwing a fit
I'm bout mine, you bout yours, somebody dying in this bitch
Slide in all black, in a black car and the windows tinted
Nigga keep capping on my name, I'ma send ten straight through his fitted
I be doggin' these bitches
Got no time for these bitches, I ain't felt love in a minute
She wanna fuck me, get a ticket
Ain't fucking freak hoes for free, nigga I'm different
You can look, can't touch, do you get it?
Can't blemish my image, won't let you fuck over my feelings
Nigga look at yo' pockets, deminished
This beef, no ending
They already made me the villain
How you gon' slide? How you gon' catch a body? And you ain't got no stick
I'm outside with my five, tryna put up some shit
Don't play me dumb, you know why I left bitch and you know what you did
Black flag on the right, Jt on the left, we ready to step on shit
Problem after problem, lost my mind, shit don't make no sense
I gave you help, I held my hand out, stop trippin', you get what you get
This bitch so bad, I put up with attitudes but hate it when she throw a fit
Sending me voice messages, I like how you talk, baby come suck on this dick

Written by:
Rickey Dominique

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