Hook: Ive got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out
[verse 1]
Trust these hoes, they all slick
I found out, they aint shit
Almost was played by my main bitch
Over, she tried to pull 1 on quick
Im paperchasing, trying to get rich
On a 68 tour with my clique
She hit me while Im on the floor and was like
Aint shit bad cause moms finna unite
I say bad, when its cool
But now, check what this hoe do
Slickly moving momma in my house
Cause picture the whole wild she put out
Now dat aint even the half of it
Wit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins
Baby got comfortable in my shit
Showing off dust and trailings after they piss
Bitches, wild kids, jumping and playing
Break lamps, wasting food and leaving stains
Mom laying in my lazy boy
Kids jamming tapes in my vcr
Flipping my tv like a light switch
God can only stop me from killing this bitch
Im on the way back to my crib
I pull up, this cant be how I live
I jump out ready, to start fucking
Im pissed off, mad and disgusted
Bitch tryna give me a excuse
It aint nothing you can say or do
You ask the mind state, to do the bad
You aint said nothing bout cha whole fam
Look at my shit, its fucked up
At least smell like a project cut
You aint had the decency to clean up
You, ya ma, and children, can pack up
Please hurry before I go raw
And mess around in here and catch a charge
You don showed me, you aint shit
You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch
Look what you don caused in my house
Before you get pissed (the whip) get out
Hook: Ive got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out
[verse 2]
Heres another fucked up episode
My cousin came to visit from chicago
I aint saying since we was young bucks
I turned thug, and he wannabe with the bustas
So why he down visiting, he staying wit me
I put him under surveilence longer than a week
He dont put 100% in his hygenes
He lied and stopped bout what he doing be in the streetz
He eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for free
He aint cleaning behind his self, he think its the double tree
Im almost to the point to ask him
Whats happening? but I know, he get smart, ima slap him
Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend
I gotta fly to handle business in cleaveland
I jet and this nigga go through my phone numbers
Call em, tell him I got him a surprise party, come over
So happen that Im finished a day early
And decide to fly back home and check on this bitch
I get down, fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub
Sofas ripped, tape is broke and its full of weed smokers
Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth
Ima knock-out, I cant believe what he did to my house
Hook: Ive got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out