TT the Artist - Real Bitch Problems Lyrics

Guess who on this track, boy

I got real bitch problems, I got real bitch problems
I got real bitch problems, real bitch problems
I got real bitch problems, I got real bitch problems
She got real quick problems

I got real bitch problems (quit calling my phone)
You turn a soft bitch solid (ice cold)
Leave a real bitch for a thottie (you a ho)
Think call a real bitch when you tryna (bye, Felicia, leave me alone)
Real bitch been down since college
Before your Guccis and your Pradas (you was dead broke)
So kiss my ass from top to bottom (why?)
I don't need you or the mileage (be gone)
I blame your mother and your father (they ain't raise you right)
Life's a real bitch caller (goes around)
I got real bitch problems
She got real quick problems

I got real bitch problems, I got real bitch problems
I got real bitch problems, real bitch problems
I got real bitch problems, I got real bitch problems
She got real quick problems

I am real bitch ready (stand by)
I get real bitch petty (try it)
All my real bitches with me (squad up)
On they real shit, heavy (one hunnid)
Don't try to creep up in my session (old creeping ass)
Texting if I got your texts (read receipts)
I got every single message
Don't throw shade if you can't catch it
I blame your homies, yeah your niggas (fuck boys)
You blame the drugs and the liquor (lying ass)
You send a real bitch on a mission (gone)
You put a real bitch in her feelings

I got real bitch problems, I got real bitch problems
I got real bitch problems, real bitch problems
I got real bitch problems, I got real bitch problems
She got real quick problems

All my real bitches with me
All my real niggas with me
I got real bitch problems
She got real quick problems