Problem - Chachi's Revenge lyrics

My baby mamas said I wasn't sh**, and at first I used to believe 'em Now they on my dick, 'cause a young n***a out here eatin' Every time I hop in my whip, I light one of my pre-rolls That gettin' gwap, I'm Gucci, without the ice cream cone Sticking to that G-Code, I take a shot then reload I only f** with my street folk 'cause these rap n***as too emo Forever on my grind, yeah, my five kids, they need clothes Pump bucking at fake f**s 'cause like pimps they need holes Blaow! Bloaw! Oh my lord - my hoe and my chain gold Life be my b**h and that hoe move when I say so Good in my 'hood, yeah, I play the block like Lego Real goons on my payroll - I save money, you save hoes Mountain high, I Range Rove, to the top on you n***as If this was '09 I would've been socking on n***as f** that, rather profit on n***as - toe tag every beat Louis give me Oh yeah I'm a problem, oh mama, no condoms We're yelling out "f** all you pussies"