bornbefour - problems Lyrics

Nigga, I'm a problem F*ck all that speaking, it won't solve them
You don't know my name, turn the speaker louder
You don't know my shame, this shit can get sour
Bitch, I bring that rain, think that I got powers
Hours, Since I've been went seen my mama, seen my brother, seen my bitch
Now that shit been causing problems to our love her or her clit
She been speaking rada rada, so I had to dub her quick
So I block her number quick, but I love a complicated bitch
It's a made-assist when I pass the rock right into my brother's hand
And he done and went made a brick
I aint take a lot right off of my mother's hand, I guess she ain't done made a bitch
I'ma leave the lot gripping on a cullinan, on my way to the main event
Look at my jeans, look at my bag, look at my swag
Bitch, I'ma need all that shit I never had
I got the key, ready to lock, ready the pad All on my tee, undercover, yeah, bitch Im having swag
What do it mean
When you look like this, you cannot go back What is a team
When you built like this, you can't ever lack
You don't know my name, turn the speaker louder You don't know my shame, this shit can get sour
Bitch, I bring that rain, think that I got powers