Problem Child Video (MV)

Zay done married the Glock
Yeah uk he committed
That f*ck nigga play he put one in his fitted
Was told to go hustle
I got up n did it
Either suit up n take it
Either way ima get it
We come from the jungle
Wait yo turn n be humble
Neva gon slip
Bitch im Neva gon fumble
Trust none got that shit from my uncle
Neva dolo bitch we trynna put em unda
Heart cold clutchin on this heater
Mind gone feelin like reaper
Catchin plays like a receiver
Ran off on sold it for cheaper
Street poet I ain't listen to teachers
Countin fetti all under the bleachers
Ain't no runnin turn yo shit spaghetti
My niggas wit yeah uk that we ready
Can't fw bitches they stuck up and messy
Spot em got em he get hit wit that weson
Zay a Soulja yeah he armed n he ready
Yo bitch callin she trynna give me that Becky
Cut the dreads then I got the fade a nigga feeling like Hardaway
Pop a perc just to ease the pain
Just a youngin thuggin trynna maintain
Trynna cop a coop n a plain Jane
Glock 40 it go bang bang
You a lil boy stay in yo lane
Wnt nobody wit me goin through the rain
So nobody really know a damn thing
Body numb can't feel a thing
You wasn't there thought you Neva change
Just be my dawg n remain the same
Life full of sins
Issa dirty game
Niggas a cross they own nigga for some change
That's just how it these man these niggas snakes
Undercover fw the jakes
That boy leachin left em by the lake
Me n juice creepin trynna make a way
Been stalking shit till they fade away
Gave em the glizzy I got the Drac
Bet nun of these niggas make sum shake
Hit the plug like i needa quake
Then we run in his shit Taking everything
Now we hittin the city selling everything
Bad lil bitch n she givin brain
Ian really want ha pass to the gang
We was stolo surfin we was switchin lanes
Now we swerving foreign all black everything
Ima keep it real cause it's hard to fake
Niggas talk we eliminate
They wanna be us they eminate
Stack or starve nigga don't get ate
Ain't no duckin n dodgin this drac erase
When them bullets started flyin he did the race
They holdin his shirt
Waitin on the date
Think before you move
Bitch don't test ya fate
On a mission trynna get this cake
Come across it then it's murder
NiggA I hate to have to hurt ya
Meance to society bitch I'll dirt ya