No Problems

My niggas spinning and we got the automatic choppas
You niggas talking shit but i know yall dont want no problems
I got it out the mud yeah im coming from the bottom
A nigga disrespect i swear to god that ima off him
My niggas spinning and we got the automatic choppas
You niggas talking shit but i know yall dont want no problems
I got it out the mud yeah im coming from the bottom
A nigga disrespect i swear to god that ima off him

Yeah ima off him he keep on talking reckless
Ima up this 40 let it bang its getting hectic
His body drop down to the floor and now he laying restless
Fuck then dip and leave her now and now she second guessing
Getting to the bag a nigga trynna see a million
Call her cannibal she freaky and she eat my children
Know ill make it to the top just cause a nigga brilliant
Mama when i make it to the top ill give you billions
And you know thats real shit
You know im on my treal shit
My niggas come to spin yo block they come to fucking drill shit
I rock designer clothes
My wrist is hella froze
Im sticking to the script my nigga i will never fold
Im on this shit
Im getting rich
Ill hold it down my nigga i will never switch
Youngin gettin money
My wrist is hella sunny
Yall niggas pussy all yall sweet just like some fucking honey
Yall niggas hella mad
Yeah i just want the bag
I drop this song im gettin paid now i got hella bands

My niggas spinning and we got the automatic choppas
You niggas talking shit but i know yall dont want no problems
I got it out the mud yeah im coming from the bottom
A nigga disrespect i swear to god that ima off him
My niggas spinning and we got the automatic choppas
You niggas talking shit but i know yall dont want no problems
I got it out the mud yeah im coming from the bottom
A nigga disrespect i swear to god that ima off him



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Writer(s): Tray Jones
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