Supa Bwe Problem Fuel Lyrics

[Part I: PROBLEM]

[Intro]
(Supa!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm still alive, that's a problem, solve it
Come get it in blood, 'cause I spent it, fuck it
Shorty want a thug, yeah, she meant it, bingo
Bitch, I spent your grandaddy pension in Gucci
I talked to my pastor, he did not get through to me
I just fucked my ex-bitch, so I guess she not through with me
Shorty give me brain, give me tutoring, I needed that
Niggas stole my sauce 'cause they lame, yeah, I need it back
(Yeah!)

[Part II: FUEL]

[Intro]
Snuck up on that nigga with a rifle (Rifle, rifle)
Asked him if that shit really worth dyin' for (Dyin' for, dyin' for)

[Verse]
Don't forget that
30 pound stain, fuck 'em
Pussy, let me get that
Murder on my brain, 'cause they testin', I ain't with that
I got 30 reasons in this clip for you to get back
Shorty let me fuck, but I only hit her gift-wrapped
I was pushing 10 sacks, now I fuck up 10 racks
I need nine for nine or it's dead, I'ma take that
I'ma put this eat-eat at your motherfuckin' wave cap
Money on the way, bet
I ain't catch a break yet
I ain't crack that safe yet
I don't leave the crib lackin', I know it ain't safe yet
Gotta get my food taste-test
Gotta move around with a vest
Thirty-popper on me, go apeshit