Am I the problem, maybe I am
Maybe I'm trippin' but, I'll never land
Maybe I'm heartless but, I don't give a damn
But if I'm the problem then why they my fans
Too many racks in the bag, It won't zip
Too many hoes in my phone, It can't fit
Told her I love her but it was a trick
Now she upset, she throwing' a fit
I don't do drama, I don't do no tags
I'm in that club with that shit on my neck
She wanna act like I'm cool, no sense
I just want money so f*ck all the rest
Keep a beam on the glock, I don't miss
She wanna cry, she throwin' a fit
Hunnid on hunnid, my pocket's obese
I keep a glock but it came in peace
They wanna hate but they watchin' like creeps
Tell them keep talkin, my diamonds gon speak
I keep it movin, no time for the rest
She wanna hug, yeah, I'm hittin' the gas
They say I'm tossin, I'm cool with the tech
I keep on winning I'm poppin' my tags
I'm poppin' my tags, bitch, yeah, poppin' my tags
I'm poppin' my tags, bitch, yeah, poppin' my tags
Am I the problem, maybe I am
Maybe I'm trippin' but, I'll never land
Maybe I'm heartless but, I don't give a damn
But if I'm the problem then why they my fans
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Am I the problem, maybe I am
Maybe I'm trippin' but, I'll never land
Maybe I'm heartless but, I don't give a damn
But if I'm the problem then why they my fans
Too many racks in the bag, It won't zip
Too many hoes in my phone, It can't fit
Told her I love her but it was a trick
Now she upset, she throwing' a fit
I don't do drama, I don't do no tags
I'm in that club with that shit on my neck
She wanna act like I'm cool, no sense
I just want money so f*ck all the rest
Keep a beam on the glock, I don't miss
She wanna cry, she throwin' a fit
Hunnid on hunnid, my pocket's obese
I keep a glock but it came in peace
They wanna hate but they watchin' like creeps
Tell them keep talkin, my diamonds gon speak
I keep it movin, no time for the rest
She wanna hug, yeah, I'm hittin' the gas
They say I'm tossin, I'm cool with the tech
I keep on winning I'm poppin' my tags
I'm poppin' my tags, bitch, yeah, poppin' my tags
I'm poppin' my tags, bitch, yeah, poppin' my tags
Am I the problem, maybe I am
Maybe I'm trippin' but, I'll never land
Maybe I'm heartless but, I don't give a damn
But if I'm the problem then why they my fans
Maybe I'm trippin' but, I'll never land
Maybe I'm heartless but, I don't give a damn
But if I'm the problem then why they my fans
Too many racks in the bag, It won't zip
Too many hoes in my phone, It can't fit
Told her I love her but it was a trick
Now she upset, she throwing' a fit
I don't do drama, I don't do no tags
I'm in that club with that shit on my neck
She wanna act like I'm cool, no sense
I just want money so f*ck all the rest
Keep a beam on the glock, I don't miss
She wanna cry, she throwin' a fit
Hunnid on hunnid, my pocket's obese
I keep a glock but it came in peace
They wanna hate but they watchin' like creeps
Tell them keep talkin, my diamonds gon speak
I keep it movin, no time for the rest
She wanna hug, yeah, I'm hittin' the gas
They say I'm tossin, I'm cool with the tech
I keep on winning I'm poppin' my tags
I'm poppin' my tags, bitch, yeah, poppin' my tags
I'm poppin' my tags, bitch, yeah, poppin' my tags
Am I the problem, maybe I am
Maybe I'm trippin' but, I'll never land
Maybe I'm heartless but, I don't give a damn
But if I'm the problem then why they my fans
Writer: Brayden Hall
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