PROBLEM / FUEL - Supa Bwe

Yeah, I’m still alive, that’s a problem, solve it

Come get it in blood, 'cause I spent it, fuck it

Shorty want a thug, yeah, she meant it, bingo

Bitch, I spent your grandaddy pension in Gucci

I talked to my pastor, he did not get through to me

I just fucked my ex-bitch, so I guess she not through with me

Shorty give me brain, give me tutoring, I needed that

Niggas stole my sauce 'cause they lame, yeah, I need it back

(Yeah!)

Snuck up on that nigga with a rifle (Rifle, rifle)

Asked him if that shit really worth dyin' for (Dyin' for, dyin' for)

Don’t forget that

30 pound stain, fuck 'em

Pussy, let me get that

Murder on my brain, 'cause they testin', I ain’t with that

I got 30 reasons in this clip for you to get back

Shorty let me fuck, but I only hit her gift-wrapped

I was pushing 10 sacks, now I fuck up 10 racks

I need nine for nine or it’s dead, I’ma take that

I’ma put this eat-eat at your motherfuckin' wave cap

Money on the way, bet

I ain’t catch a break yet

I ain’t crack that safe yet

I don’t leave the crib lackin', I know it ain’t safe yet

Gotta get my food taste-test

Gotta move around with a vest

Thirty-popper on me, go apeshit