"Problem Lyrics"
We bleed (Hey, hey, okay)
You knew that already, man (This is Authentic)
Hey, ayy, still straight
Yeah, Money Mu
(June, you're a genius)
That boy a problem
That boy a problem, hey, that boy a problem, hey
I'm in here ballin', hey, pop it on all them, huh
Death 'fore dishonor, hey, play with them commas, hey
Stay down, you come up, I ain't never a runner, ayy
Straight out that gutter, I slide with a cutter, just me and my brother, let's go
Play with that K, then I'ma up, play with that profit, it double and smuggle
I call the plays in the huddle
Shawty there slicker than butter, like soap
I took a ride, it was rough
This shit, it came with a struggle, let's go
I'm on that Gary Payton
Bitch, I got juggs for days
These niggas ride the wave
We got all kind of flavors
See cap a mile away
I get paid off schemes and rhymes
Still'll put 30K on a charm
No lie, I'm out here wildin'
I'm high, high as a pilot
I was ready, but I ain't had no guidance
Know these streets come with paper and violence
That bitch geekin' off Oxycontin
Want that head, put it right on her noggin
Run that paper up, don't do no joggin'
All this water, my shirt gettin' soggy
Really this just how I'm built
All of this flavor, it split, split
I got them racks off a trip (What you did?)
Look at a table to flip
I seen them boys and I peeled
I got the lawyer in case it get real
Every day, countin' up dead, dead
I'm livin' it up, what it is?
That boy a problem, hey, that boy a problem, hey
I'm in here ballin', hey, pop it on all them, huh
Death 'fore dishonor, hey, play with them commas, hey
Stay down, you come up, I ain't never a runner, ayy
Straight out that gutter, I slide with a cutter, just me and my brother, let's go
Play with that K, then I'ma up, play with that profit, it double and smuggle
I call the plays in the huddle
Shawty there slicker than butter, like soap
I took a ride, it was rough
This shit, it came with a struggle, let's go
Ayy, push the Maybach with the Drac' on the floor
It's a green light, headshot, I say go
Can't get too cold, Moncler my coat
Bag on the chop, won't leave shells on the floor
Way before rap, you could catch me trappin'
If I wasn't shootin' guns, I was sellin' a 'bow
And if it's smoke, we ain't postin' no status
Won't leave no trace, police won't know
Ayy, FN and AR between me in traffic
Finna hop out, shoot somethin', I say blow
When I ride, first move get on the floor
Get a thrill off blood, wax him, let's go
He seen the racks so he dropped me the load
I can't go on 'less the glizz' in the show
We found where you trappin', we kick in your door
'Bouta do murder, that's all I promote
Blrrrd, remember way before them three times, I barely got noticed
Now it's Wafi for these diamonds, the reason I'm chokin'
Cartier up on my wrist, I still ain't check the timing on it
Gotta know this ho ain't my bitch if I ain't put diamonds on her
That boy a problem, hey, that boy a problem, hey
I'm in here ballin', hey, pop it on all them, huh
Death 'fore dishonor, hey, play with them commas, hey
Stay down, you come up, I ain't never a runner, ayy
Straight out that gutter, I slide with a cutter, just me and my brother, let's go
Play with that K, then I'ma up, play with that profit, it double and smuggle
I call the plays in the huddle
Shawty there slicker than butter, like soap
I took a ride, it was rough
This shit, it came with a struggle, let's go
(Authentic or nothin')
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