Problems With Me

Aye, yeah, yeah
Aye, I heard you do
Got some problems, with me, no, no
Tell em, run it up, for me

They say, they got, problems with me, Homie get yo' doe, up
They say, they got, problems with me, you don't really, know us
They say, they got, problems with me, Ion' give, no fucks
All my brothers, Ridin' with me, know we 'bouta, blow up
They say, they got, problems with me, Homie get yo' doe, up
They say, they got, problems with me, you don't really, know us
They say, they got, problems with me, you don't really, know us
All my brothers, Ridin' wit me, know we boutta, blow up

Yeah, yeah, we know we 'bouta, blow up
Riding 'round, not givin', no fucks
An I remember, gettin' no love
But now, they fuckin wit' us, so tough
Dog, it happened, so quickly (Yeah)
Fast forward, we still, six deep (Yeah, yeah)
It came around, like 360, an now, she hit me, like she miss me (Fuck you boo)
But I ain't trippin, 'cause we gettin' cheese
If you talkin' 'bout me, mention me
An I'm just giving you, the best, of me
But I still think, you second guessin' me
Now, you talkin' like, you know me
You needa' pipe up, you don't know me
Dog, I shoot my shot, just like I'm, Kobe (24)
We in the 4th, an I ain't folding

They say, they got, problems with me (Run it up)
They say, they got, problems with me (Yeah, yeah)
They say, they got, problems with me (Run it up)
They say, they got, problems with me (Oh woah)

They say, they got, problems with me, Homie get yo' doe, up
They say, they got, problems with me, you don't really, know us
They say, they got, problems with me, Ion' give, no fucks
All my brothers, Ridin' with me, know we 'boutta, blow up

They see, I got dollars with me
Homie, get your dough, up
Always, got some riders with me
We ain't', never slow up
They say, they got problems with me
We don't even, know 'em
Actin', like they hotter, than me
We don't pay, no one
Yeah, it's Mostly, bouta' blow up
My girl, exotic, like my soda
They, keep hating, I'm like, so what?
I wear, my heart up on, my shoulder
Fast forward, yeah, we still, the same
In the candy paint, I'm gripping grain
It's in the fourth, we are not, the same
Pourin' good mort, you sippin' plain
Fast forward, we still, poppin' off
I'm just doing me, I'm off, that wock
And she always, blowin off, her top
but she don't really, offer top

They say, they got, problems with me (Run it up)
They say, they got, problems with me (Yeah, yeah)
They say, they got, problems with me (Run it up)
They say, they got, problems with me (Oh woah)

They say, they got, problems with me, Homie get yo doe, up
They say, they got, problems with me, you don't really know us
They say, they got, problems with me, Ion' give, no fucks
All my brothers, Ridin' with me, know we 'boutta, blow up



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Writer(s): Matthew Romero
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