Whole Lotta Problems

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Whole lotta problems
Whole lotta talk get solved, I promise
Whole lotta yappin'
Whole lotta screenshots, none of it action (skrrt)
[Verse 1]
Why you still barkin' on Wi‑Fi?
Same ones duckin' that drive‑by
Whole crew cappin' on timeline
In real life you the "hi" guy (ha)
Big mouth, lil’ heart, that’s backwards
You ain't built, just actors
All that tough talk typed in caps
In person, voice go backwards
I don't do back‑and‑forth, that's tennis
I just drop addy, handle business
You just drop subs, beg forgiveness
Same day posts turn into “he did this”
Say you outside, I’m curbside waitin'
Say you got smoke, I’m ventilatin'
You the type call law when it escalatin'
Group chat gangster, never in the situation
[Chorus]
Whole lotta problems, I don't stress ’em, I just press ’em (press ’em)
Whole lotta mouths, I hear names, then I check ’em (check ’em)
Whole lotta bark from a boy, I don't respect him (nah)
Whole lotta talk, whole lotta talk, no pressure
Whole lotta flex from a clown, I undress him (strip)
Whole lotta lies in your story, I dissect ’em (facts)
Whole lotta issues, but you soft, I address them (yeah)
Whole lotta talk, whole lotta talk, no pressure
[Verse 2]
You ain't ever stood on business
You just stand close, seek witness
Tryna get clout from real ones’ image
Post one pic, act "in it"
We can tell who solid by silence
You the first one postin' that violence
First one tellin' that "I was just drivin'"
First one textin' that siren
Talkin' ’bout "bro" when you need somethin'
Whole time plottin' when the bread comin'
If I fall off, you the first one runnin'
If I get caught, you the first one hummin'
You ain't from trenches, you toured ’em
Took three pics, now you wore ’em
Caption long like you swore ’em
Seen real danger, you ignore ’em (coward)
[Chorus]
Whole lotta problems, I don't stress ’em, I just press ’em (press ’em)
Whole lotta mouths, I hear names, then I check ’em (check ’em)
Whole lotta bark from a boy, I don't respect him (nah)
Whole lotta talk, whole lotta talk, no pressure
Whole lotta flex from a clown, I undress him (strip)
Whole lotta lies in your story, I dissect ’em (facts)
Whole lotta issues, but you soft, I address them (yeah)
Whole lotta talk, whole lotta talk, no pressure

rap, Aggressive Southern trap bounce, male vocals snarling over crunchy triplet 808s and skittering hats. Verses stay in a relentless, locked pocket with tight doubles and ad-libs panned wide; hook explodes with stacked chants and a siren-like synth line. Heavy distortion on bass, clipped claps, and quick stop‑drops to let key punchlines hit in silence before the beat slams back in., bounce, male vocals