Captain Ant - I GOTTA PROBLEM Lyrics

I got a problem
These niggas wanna take my sound
Everything the captain do
They sit and watch like wow
Back at barnyard pockets stuffed
Like a f*cking cow
My bitch want a dog
Can't make her mind
Its either Lab or chow
I'm like how
Did they allow you peons
In the f*cking crowd
That's foul
Pocket watching go and some money
Go and gets some funds
Run a bag up
And touch and Mille son

My old bitch wanna f*ck but she outta luck
Leave her ass alone I know better then to rush and bust

I'm going up now they wanna say whats up
Ayee that shit gotta suck if you ain't getting down to suck
Aye her booty fat asf I'm tryna see if i can f*ck
Aye shawty what's up hennise in her cup
She said chilling nothing much
I'm just tryna have fun
I'm like I feel that's what's up
Im captain nice to meet you
Casamigos in my cup
I'm think
She said why that call you that
Because I'm the thats leading
Runtz in my blunt
She got to cheeseing
Now i think She wanna f*ck
But we ain't leaving
Not yet ain't gotta rush
Let take our time
And move it slow
She like big niggas not sloppy joes

At home she got rich niggas on her phone
Captain smooth so she still going

Ralph Lauren head feet
When im in a foreign
I'm Jaden Ivey with the rock
I can't stop from scoring
Pedal to the f*cking metal
The whip I floor it
223s gone make him fly like Michael Jordan

That's a damn shame
Pop up out the cut I got a chop and some champagne
I'm bout to bust it all over they bodies
This Jrn rain
F*ck a fake beef you niggas lie for internet fame
But really be bitches, you can die for internet sayings

They don't fight no more they pussy so they just spraying
Ain't got no aim so the get close like they wanna fight
But when you swing and it hurt
Guarantee they gone up pipe
Don't matter what's the race cause pussies
Come black asian and white

I got white bitches moving white
Snow globe
I got Cleveland niggas moving brown
I need a logo
I got a bad bitch she bounce house the dick like pogo
I told her Bring a friend
She said she bringing twin
I got 10 for a bitch named Gwen
I got a lil shine on me think I cost bout 10
20 shots to face leave his ass where he stand
He should've chose a different side he turned 20 on Wednesday
Pop a 30 for the pain cause I feel like it heals me
30 seconds on the clock no time outs
You know the feeling
Going 30 for 30 ESPN gonna film me

I got a problem
These niggas wanna take my sound
Everything the captain do
They sit and watch like wow
Back at barnyard pockets stuffed
Like a f*cking cow
My bitch want a dog
Can't make her mind
Its either Lab or chow
I'm like how
Did they allow you peons
In the f*cking crowd
That's foul
Pocket watching go and some money
Go and gets some funds
Run a bag up
And touch and Mille son

You know what im saying
When captain ant hop on a beat you already know what top expect
All tough shit
JRN we on the way up