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letra de i'ma problem - drillikid 63opp

[intro]
(hurt, what it do?)
(hzrd went crazy on this one, fool)
yeah… it’s 63, b-tch (skrrt!)

[chorus]
they keep talkin’ like i ain’t steppin’ on sh-t, but i really be catchin’ them bodies (baow!)
got a chop in the back with a switch, got a stick in my pants, and the clip like karate (boom, boom!)
i ain’t trustin’ no soul in this b-tch, not a friend, not a cousin, not even my thottie (nah)
got a hundred on me, in the whip, no stylist, i drip, i’m too rich to be modest (too rich!)
i don’t talk to no b-tches unless they on demon time, suckin’ and movin’ chaotic (chaotic!)

[verse]
b-tch, i’m from that north where it’s grimy, we ain’t had sh-t, so we robbed outta hunger (slatt!)
put a bag on his head, now his mama can’t cry ’cause his body got found in a dumpster (boom!)
i be movin’ with cutters and punks, you get slumped if you think that you gon’ get a numbеr (bye!)
i just copped me a maybach with blood on thе seats, i don’t care, it’s a sign of the jungle (rrah!)
f-ck a opp, we gon’ blitz when we see him, no plan, it’s a drill, not a scuffle (not a scuffle!)
i be strapped with that iron at my cousin’s crib, even my shadow don’t get no shuffle (nah)
i be feelin’ like glock with a vengeance, pop sh-t, turn a b-tch to a puddle (skrrt!)
i got snakes in the yard with a muzzle, but they bite when i tell ’em “go bust him” (boom!)
yeah, they know that i’m violent and twisted, got demons inside me that love the trouble (demons!)
i was just in a cell with no mattress, now i walk in with five in a duffle (facts!)
used to sleep in the whip on the 6, now it’s marble inside of my tunnel (marble!)
if i die, put a drum on my grave, let it ring for the days i had nothin’ but pain (brrah!)
[chorus]
they be sayin’ i’ma problem, but f-ck ’em, i’m steppin’ on necks like a savage (like a savage!)
put a switch on the glock, it sound like a snare when i pop it, that b-tch do damage (do damage!)
she a freak, she eat up the d-ck in the coupe, while i’m countin’ this cabbage (skrrt, skrrt!)
from the trap to the hills, i done made it out clean, but i still got the habit (still got it!)
drillikid, i’m that name they chant in the streets like a anthem, yeah, b-tch, i’m a classic (brrrah!)

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m a problem… not a phase, not a trend, not a target (nah)
just a bullet in motion…
(boom!)

- drillikid 63opp

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