Lil ATL Dawg Fa$e - Problem Child

I went hunting
For lions and
Tiger and bears
In jungle
They thought I
Fell of but did
Nothing but
Fumble

Pick the ball
Back up and
I just Kept
On Running
I started with
Nothing turned
That shit to
Something

That bitch
Want some
Money tell her
Keep it coming
If that bitch
Want a bun
She got to
Eat my honey

Its a 2 for 1
Ain't talking
Little debbies
Start pushing
The weight
Cause the
Pounds had
Got heavy

Start filling
The bags
Not with
Trash but
It's heafty
Did it on
My own
Cause
Nobody
Was helping

Do not hit
My phone
If ain't
Bout some
Money
You think
You gone
Take it
From me
You's a
Dummy

My garbage
Man on your
Block he get
To dumping
I got some
Sores on my
Fingers from
The thumbing

You got a few
On your feet
From all
The running
I been about
Mine my mind was
On the numbers

No Stevie Wonders
But they didn't see
This coming
My bitch like
Wonder Woman
Yea she so
Stunning
When it rains
And thunder
She making
It sunny

Licking on
Her brains
Putting kids
In her tummy
She know ima
Freak..Alien..Monkey
Go ape shit
In the pussy
Slapping
That donkey

The next
Morning
Disappear
Off to the
Money
Last night
I was horny
Got some
Weed up
Off me

I sold a
10 piece
And kept
It all
For profit
If you
Want some
Turkey bags
Then you
Call me

They call
Me the
Quarterback
I run the
Option
The feds
Can not
Touch me
I'm like
Lamar Jackson

Pull up on
Hollywood
We burning
Right past him
If they want
The smoke
Then we
Give them
The ashes

Stop with
All the
Questions
The fuck
Is asking
I can't do
A interview
The feds
Might tap
Me

Cause I been
That little dude
That never
Had shit
Now they
Want to
Figure out
How did it
Happened

I just want
Some privacy
Off in a mansion
Can't fuck with
Them people
Can't fuck with
Them cameras

They wearing
Recorders they
Just need
Some ammo
If I see reporters
Then I change
The channel

I turned
Off the TV
Got business
To handle
These niggas
Be watching me
I'm in they panel

I'm not in
Your rear
View I'm
Not in your
Peer view
You niggas
Don't get it
I wouldn't
Come near
You

These
Niggas
Like
Windows
I'm seeing
Right
Through you

I got my
Own shit
I can't Worry
What he do
If they want to
Eat then put
You on the menu

Can't be
On the
Streets
Until you
Get a tool
How you
Feeding
Your people
Can't get
To the food

We gone
Cut that
Little nigga
Off from all
The loot
If you want
To get to it
Then jump
Through
The hoops

If lil dawg
Get the
Drop then
His niggas
Gone scoop
We gone
Slide on
His block
And then
Chop off
His roof

We was
Down in
The boneyard
Digging out
For you
Ride around
With a dirty
Stick off in
The coupe

Watch them
Niggas get
Scared when
They see me
Come through
Ima keep that
Same energy
From in the booth

Might pull a
Jeepers creepers
Pull up with
No crew
Only for a few
Nights in some
Years what I do

I got wings
On my back
But got horns
On my head
Cause I want
It all dead
Charge a
Arm & a leg

If that bitch
Got some
Brains then
Ima want
Her head
The next
Nigga that
Talk ima
Rip out
His neck

I'm tired
Doing time
For some
Shit that
They said
When it
Come to
The court
Room ain't
No evidence

Written by:
Darien Wade

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