Problem Child

Bitch im young and rich, this money gettin to my head Done dropped that bag and gave them extra to make sure buddy dead Bitch, I go retarded, got everybody thinkin' I'm special-ed I know I'm a problem child, got everybody wishin' I was dead In that dually truck with twin that drake up in my hand If you don't get it by any means, then I don't understand Postin' R.I.P.'s, ain't get your lick back, I just don't get it Since a jit when I jumped off the porch, all I knew was get it Bitch, I'm the motion kid, only focused on getting rich I'm on house arrest, I'll make that call and get ya hit Dont get it twisted bitch, watching my page while I hit ya, bitch Masked up, then we spin, they ain't seein' shit Yeah, pockets fat as fuck, I feel like a fat bitch That shit sad as fuck, but we you got motion, every bitch you hit Hit the streets, taught myself how to rob when I ain't had shit Bitch, I got mad rich, they know we the motion kids I still won't sign a deal, cause I know how to run it up Every single bitch say I'm a dickhead, I don't give a fuck That boy fat as hell, he couldn't run, Glock gave him tummy tuck Life or death, I'll give ya options, come and try ya luck Bitch, I'm with the same gang, we don't never switch lanes Unless I'm ducking troll, I hit the gas, then the whip spit flames Certified crash out, they know I'm mentally insane I don't like what's goin' on in my head, so I'ma snatch your brain Take that for myself, that's what I'm used to How to get away with murder, looked that up on YouTube I was watchin' bodies get dropped when I should've been watchin' Blue's Clues That's what fucked me up, so crashin' out, the only thing I knew