Anger Issues

Damn, damn

You tweakin' on me

I got anger issue, bitch, that I can't handle (uh-huh)

I choke slam a **** through a glass table

You a grown-ass man still selling sneakers

Steady tweeting, money over bitches like you getting either? (Yeah)

Who selling bombs? I'm trynna blow some shit out of proportion (uh-huh)

I swear your mama should have swallowed or had an abortion

When you fall asleep, I'm boiling bleach 'cause ain't shit sweet

Let this choppa hit his backspace, that's a delete

I don't talk in person 'cause I'm a beat the fuck out you (uh-huh)

And if I lose, you better run 'cause I'm 'a up at you (uh-huh)

Thinking that I'm stressed 'cause you texting back your ex

How I'm 'pposed to be jealous about a bitch when I'm the best? Huh?

Damn, why push Angel to her limit? (Yeah)

I hate when **** start shit 'cause I'ma never finish (uh-huh)

****, this the real thing, this is not a scrimmage (no)

You fucking up my picture, you get cropped up out the image (huh)

Bitch, you need a retwist and a hamburger

I cannot respect the **** who can't send them bands and (yeah)

You Big Mac there to them ****, but to me, that name is Mark Arthur

Calling **** by his government like I'm a stepdaughter

I like 6'2 and up can't do nothing shorter (uh-huh)

And all his whips gotta be foreign, like they cross the border

Every bitch around me pretty, young, turnt and out of order

At them, red lights yelling, "Go, shorty, go!" like I'm Travis Porter