Lyrics Anger Issues - Killumantii

Anger Issues

I got anger issue, bitch
That I can’t handle
I choke slam a nigga through a glass table
You a grown-ass man still selling sneakers
Steady tweeting
Money over bitches like you getting either?
Who selling bombs?
I’m trying to blow some shit out of proportion?
I swear your mama should have swallowed or had an abortion
When you fall asleep I’m boiling bleach
'Cause ain’t shit sweet
Let this choppa hit his back space, that’s a delete
I don’t talk in person
'Cause I’m a beat the fuck out you
And if I lose, you better run 'cause I’m 'a up at you
Thinking that I’m stressed 'cause you texting back your ex
How I’m 'pposed to be jealous about a bitch when I’m the best? Huh?
Damn. Why push angel to her limit?
I hate when niggas start shit
'Cause I’m 'a never finish
Nigga. This the real thing
This is not a scrimmage
You fucking up my picture
You get cropped up out the image, bitch
You need a retwist and a hamburger
I cannot respect the nigga who can’t send them bands and
You Big Mac there to them niggas, but to me, that name is Mark Arthur
Calling nigga by his government like I’m a stepdaughter
I like 6'2 and up can’t do nothing shorter
And all his whips gotta be foreign like they cross the border
Every bitch around me
Pretty, young, turnt and our of order
At them red lights yelling, «Go, shorty, go!»
Like I’m Travis Porter