ATL Jacob – MF Problem Lyrics

B*tch please, yeah

I told you little n***** not to move and they told me not to rap

I guess we’re doing what the f*ck we want to do

Fuck em. Yeah

Aye, f*ck this beat, f*ck your life. And I’m a f*ck your wife

And let her stab you in the back with my f*cking knife. See how she went left.

That’s why I got to f*ck her right. And drop her off at home and let you go and hug her tight got everybody like who man is this

He’s sneaking like a panther is off cannabis.

The beat drop, then you like, damn, we can dance this and do the lips looking like you drunk a can of piss

And now you finding out what the f*ck a anthem is.

I’m an industry philanthropist,

Got rappers mad at least they knowing what a tantrum is.

In they feelings, but they worse than the cancer is. That’s why I go beast mode

And set the studio up to blaze.

Cause I’m a heat mode,

I watch you break the g code.

I push a n***** button turning on his weak mode.

Cause if I’m ever sending shots then it’s a free throw.

I come in where you lay your head at

To bake you with the drake like where my bread at?

Let the bros in the house like where the bed at?

They lifting up the mattress, they gon’ leave you where it’s red at.

With yo dead ass

I’m a motherf*cking problem, I’m a problem,

I’m a motherf*cking problem, I’m a problem. Say I’m a motherf*cking problem.

And they can’t solve it, they can’t stop sh*t. I’m a motherf*cking problem,

I’m a problem. I’m a mother f*cking problem.

I’m a problem, I’m a motherf*cker problem.

And they can’t solve it, they can’t stop sh*t

 If two plus two equal four then what the f*ck is that?

I just f*cked this b*tch on gopro she don’t know how to act. Then I ran it back in

Slow-mo because she said run it back. Had her on her tippy toes before I cash-apped yeah,

Felt like I liked that lil b*tch.

I might skype that lil b*tch.

I know she could be wrong, so I right (write) that lil b*tch

Like I’m back in jail. I’m gone on sight that lil b*tch. And all night that lil b*tch.

Aye, I’on mind sharing she can have a man she still mine

Like me sitting down in the dark but I still shine like my momma working three jobs but she still grind

Like me having four different watches but don’t have time (for you)

I’m a motherf*cking problem, I’m a problem,

I’m a motherf*cking problem, I’m a problem.

Say I’m a motherf*cking problem.

And they can’t solve it, they can’t stop sh*t. I’m a motherf*cking problem,

I’m a problem. I’m a mother f*cking problem.

I’m a problem, I’m a motherf*cker problem.

And they can’t solve it, they can’t stop sh*t