No Problem
We stackin' that bread with no problem
Real nigga
We stackin' that break with no problem
Real nigga speaking, aye turn up the volume
If need a verse give me a holla
When you holla, better be talking them comas
I'll give you what you need, no problem
She love the way I treat her, I say no problem
She like I'm used to fuckin lames, goofies, and Ronald McDonalds
We stackin them M's like McDonalds
But we giving out beef, and we saving the bread
I ain't letting no nigga in a Santa Clause suit rob me
I ain't DaeDae or Craig
Tae Fuego so hot man he end up being cold
Like damn, you hit the nail on the head
It's no problem getting to where we want
Cause we always three steps ahead
Expensive designer the thread
This straight of the head, I ain't use no led
But I keep some paper like scholastic
Run it up like I'm up on a tread
I'm bout to up my net, I came in a vet
But I left on a jet
I'm speaking it all into existence
A nigga can't tell me shit
Talkin my shit cause I came from the bottom
Real nigga speakin
Aye turn up the volume
As you look into the future
These hoes gone be choosin'
Trying to tell you, ain't no way around it
Motherfuckers worried bout Covid-19
I'm worried bout the wrong nigga being on my team
People really sick in the mind
And that's why I don't fuck with em'
Ima just stay quarantined
Motherfuckers worried bout Covid-19
I'm worried bout the wrong bitch getting in between
Doing ill shit behind my back
But expecting a ring
Man shit ain't always what it seem
Cant nobody intervene
So I'm keeping them squares up out of my circle
Counting up M's like 1, 2, 3
I ain't on that nerd shit
Nigga I'm not Steve Urkel
No problem, no problem
All that fuck shit behind us
No problem, no problem
I'ma run up them comas
No problem, no problem
If nobody riding
More comas, nigga it's not rocket science
No problem, no problem
All that fuck shit behind us
No problem, no problem
I'ma run up them comas
No problem, no problem
If nobody riding
More comas, nigga it's not rocket science
We stackin' that break with no problem
Real nigga speaking, aye turn up the volume
If need a verse give me a holla
When you holla, better be talking them comas
I'll give you what you need, no problem
She love the way I treat her, I say no problem
She like I'm used to fuckin lames, goofies, and Ronald McDonalds
Real nigga
We stackin' that break with no problem
Real nigga speaking, aye turn up the volume
If need a verse give me a holla
When you holla, better be talking them comas
I'll give you what you need, no problem
She love the way I treat her, I say no problem
She like I'm used to fuckin lames, goofies, and Ronald McDonalds
We stackin them M's like McDonalds
But we giving out beef, and we saving the bread
I ain't letting no nigga in a Santa Clause suit rob me
I ain't DaeDae or Craig
Tae Fuego so hot man he end up being cold
Like damn, you hit the nail on the head
It's no problem getting to where we want
Cause we always three steps ahead
Expensive designer the thread
This straight of the head, I ain't use no led
But I keep some paper like scholastic
Run it up like I'm up on a tread
I'm bout to up my net, I came in a vet
But I left on a jet
I'm speaking it all into existence
A nigga can't tell me shit
Talkin my shit cause I came from the bottom
Real nigga speakin
Aye turn up the volume
As you look into the future
These hoes gone be choosin'
Trying to tell you, ain't no way around it
Motherfuckers worried bout Covid-19
I'm worried bout the wrong nigga being on my team
People really sick in the mind
And that's why I don't fuck with em'
Ima just stay quarantined
Motherfuckers worried bout Covid-19
I'm worried bout the wrong bitch getting in between
Doing ill shit behind my back
But expecting a ring
Man shit ain't always what it seem
Cant nobody intervene
So I'm keeping them squares up out of my circle
Counting up M's like 1, 2, 3
I ain't on that nerd shit
Nigga I'm not Steve Urkel
No problem, no problem
All that fuck shit behind us
No problem, no problem
I'ma run up them comas
No problem, no problem
If nobody riding
More comas, nigga it's not rocket science
No problem, no problem
All that fuck shit behind us
No problem, no problem
I'ma run up them comas
No problem, no problem
If nobody riding
More comas, nigga it's not rocket science
We stackin' that break with no problem
Real nigga speaking, aye turn up the volume
If need a verse give me a holla
When you holla, better be talking them comas
I'll give you what you need, no problem
She love the way I treat her, I say no problem
She like I'm used to fuckin lames, goofies, and Ronald McDonalds
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Writer(s): Donte Mcclendon
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