Her Problems lyrics

[Intro]
Mmm, Montage
Yo, hand me that rollup
Good looks
In the Bunch we trust

[Verse 1]
Pray for me, I be sinnin'
Who cares when we been winnin'?
Decided I should take this shot myself, I'm John Lennon
Still trap, just keep it lower
Ex b*tch still think I owe her
Touchdown in Cali, hit shortstop up like I need a blower
Gettin' fellatio
Went to school with her, this really just a phase she owe
That probably mean we made it though
They actin' like I'm new to the town
Textin' my old teacher what I'd do to her now

[Verse 2]
Two b*tches: one had a heart, one was a Smith N'
One I neglected, one I was grippin'
One was for barkin', one was just b*tchin'
One got closer when it thickened
One was hittin' that commitment
If I do commit, how she know what it feel like
When she get way more love on social sites than in her real life?
Bad enough to f*ck her raw, contemplatin' and still might
I just gotta know what it feel like
Dirk Nowitzki with the same clique
Scorin' with the same team, shot got the same kick
Up on a Tuesday but been up since Friday
Two friends, can't choose, they suggestin' ménages
We still trap without the dream
Buncha b*tches, buncha guns: way more ratchets than I need
Just somethin' to smoke blunts with
She from Chiraq but go to Rutgers out New Brunswick
Convo, her and her roommate up in a condo
Sometimes she get homesick, bump a lot of Rondo
Should see them thighs, back tatted, pair of eyes
Her brother got cased up, her bio say "free the guys"
'Cause he was with the sh*t
Said her boyfriend was a hitter and her boyfriend got hit
Life divorced 'em, forced her to that abortion
But she in college so it's pros to that
Same n*gga that held her down can't hold her back
Yeah it's love, but that came with a kid
No school, minimum wage, and all of the above
[Bridge]
Just vibin'
Kush blunts, starin' at the ceiling, takin' in all of her problems
Just vibin'
Kush blunts, starin' at the ceiling, takin' in all of her problems

[Verse 3]
Pass the blunt back, tell me what her hug like
Say sometime she think about what that baby would've looked like
Damn, so everybody got demons
She had nightmares, I'm sittin' daydreamin'
Don't trust n*ggas so she masturbate
Turn her blunt down, she had enough, she got class at 8
I'm about to slide, shawty