AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM (freestyle) versuri

AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM (freestyle) lyrics by kirtneverdied

Verse 1: KirtNeverDied
Yuh I’m a tour de force, it’s July the 4th
I’m beatin’ these beats like security force
Peelin’ off fast, you prematurely born
I’m her baby and she ain’t even cut the cord
I’m pullin’ on bulls, I ain’t bringin’ a leash
Got my stuff in the trunk, ain’t nothin’ but weed
I hop in the beat like I’m fresh off the beach
And the flow is too clean like I’m heapin’ on bleach
I’m countin’ my sins in a luxury suite
She suckin’ me off while I’m clutchin’ the seat
My feet on the dash like I’m duckin’ police
I’m sharp as a tack in a bucket of fleece
I’m runnin’ it back like I’m on a 3 Pеat
My girl got a bubble, we call it a street
She ridе it like Uber, no need for receipt
She eat it up good, then she back on her feetVerse 2: KirtNeverDied
Truthfully this is more than a flex, countin’ all these kids on my dick
Fuck a Detox, Imma’ get sick, if they diss, I got me the stick
And what happened to that vinyl– wouldn’t pay for a piece of shit
Oh what, they want all of this? Oh what, they want all of this?
This nigga was on his knees, prayin’ one day I’d forgive
Nigga rippin’ Kanye from tweets, tryna act woke in the seats
But he fold in the comments section and delete
Then he come back humble for peace
Nah, I don’t barter with these geeks, I don’t do sparrin’ with these sheep
I just put parkin’ in deep, then skrrt like I’m dodgin’ the beep
I watched his whole platform delete with his girl on my lap, shit’s sweet
Don’t dap me cuz I’m not in your league, don’t ask me cuz I’m not finna speak
They act like they even hard for a week, then go back to cryin’ in they sheets