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I don't want no problems I don't wanna see nobody bout it They're seeking a conflict Until we flip like Breezy at concerts Stop with the nonsense Please stop with that negative energy Or you better be ready for the repercussions I hang with the reaper often Rarely turning and tossing Only gone sleep when I own my own coffin Came in straight from the office, suit and tie like Hov and Justin Just in case I need a formal introduction I understand that we in public But if you gotta do it then you gotta bust it If you gotta knee then you gotta touch it (touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it) Section full of baddies, you the baddest Quite the savage, sorry I'm too savvy for your cameras I know how things work I'm not new to this Disturbing my peace is ludicrous I'm not mad, just work on your tactics That's all I'm saying Plenty birdies in the atmosphere Getting flirty flirty with the boy Their intensions are so clear, round the shots Before we clear, we outta here Tell the waiter "stop", we outta beer F*ck the opps, we outta fear, yeah I left all my problems in the rear Came to see it, pop it like it's too much pressure from my peers round the shots Before we clear, we outta here Tell the waiter "stop", we outta beer F*ck the opps, we outta fear, yeah Don't want no issues But why would I stop with all that I've been through I'm packing a pistol I'm shooting my shot, it's bout to get sexual They're lacking a rent due Was gonna show out for all of these bitches We seldom do pictures A private party with people that ain't posed to be with us Quiet that musical man Put so many strings I could start a band My hands are covered in glam Flicking the wrist no pots and pans Verbal assassin My words cut deep, I'm speak in passion No need for practice If I get her to laugh it's late like fashion Listen, not gonna lie, my ego is up, stuck Reason I don't give a f*ck, don't believe in luck Made to be up, stuck, again Gin in my cup, reason I'm stuck She got her butt up, down for quickidy f*ck, what I'm not the one that got cuffed, nah I'm not the one that's a munch, look The rain pouring, if Bane calling, just say I'm on it My laced Jordan's like James Corden at eight in the morning They never showing, these dark nights, it's when we swarm in There's gang noises, the air toxic, a street performance Plenty birdies in the atmosphere Getting flirty flirty with the boy Their intensions are so clear, round the shots Before we clear, we outta here Tell the waiter "stop", we outta beer F*ck the opps, we outta fear, yeah I left all my problems in the rear Came to see it, pop it like it's too much pressure from my peers round the shots Before we clear, we outta here Tell the waiter "stop", we outta beer F*ck the opps, we outta fear, yeah