B.g. – Problems lyrics

Hook: I've got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out

[Verse:]
Trust me hoes, they all slick
I found out, they ain't shit
Almost was played by my main bitch
Oh boy, she tried to pull 1 on quick
I'm paperchasing, trying to get rich
On a 60 day tour with my clique
She hit me while I'm on the rode and was like
Bab shit bad can moms spend a few nites
I say ya, it's cool
But, check what this hoe do
Slickly moving momma in my house
Could picture the hoe while she put out
Now dat ain't even the half of it
Wit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins
They done got comfortable in my shit
Cheerin don't flush the trailings after they piss
Bitches wilding, kids, jumping and playing
Breaking lamps, wasting food and leaving stains
Mom laying in my lazy boy
Kids jamming tapes in my vcr
Flicking my tv like a light switch
God can only stop me from killing this bitch
I'm on the way back to my crib
I pull up, "this can't be how I live"
I jump out ready, to start bucking
I'm pissed off, mad and disgusted
Bitch tryna give me a excuse
It ain't nothing you can say or do
You ask could momms stay, cus it was bad
You ain't said nothing bout cha whole fam
Look at my shit, it's fucked up
At it smell like a project cut
You ain't had the decency to clean up
You, ya ma, and children, can pack up
Please hurry before I go off
And mess around in here and catch a charge
You showed me, you ain't shit
You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch
Look what you done done to my house
Before you get pistal whipped bitch get out

Hook: I've got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out

[Verse 2:]
Here's another fucked up episode
My cousin came to visit from Chicago
I ain't seen him 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 don't put 100% in his hygenes
He lie and stunt bout what he doing be in the streetz
He eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for free
He ain't cleaning behind his self, he think it's the double tree
I'm almost to the point to ask him
What's happening? But I know, he get smart, I'ma 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 I'm finished a day early
And decide to fly back home and check on this bitch
I get there, I'm fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub
Sofa's ripped, tables broke and it's full of weed smoke this
Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth
I'ma knock-out, I can't believe what he done to my house

Hook: I've got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out