Problem Solver
Wetcha wet us Wetcha Wetcha
Look I was yah high to a peanut
Making big money pulling big stunts
Blowing big blunts
Showed niggas how to stunt
Fish tank in the Escalade stretch
Wit da spinners on that bitch punk
That was 03 no Instagram
Street famous big bundles in
Rubber bands we hood legends
Fuck yo fam assistant pimp
Stay in yo place
Whole family get erased
Keep yo bitch wet her in the face
Put my stamp down
We ain't no rap clowns
Left the game to you suckas
Couldn't hold it down
Back now on the real Neva left
It's the chef hit him the neck
He think he wet wet hit em
Wit da tec tec hunnind round Gang bitch
We don't need your respect
I'm smelling the fear handover the bag
1 false move ya toe getting tagged
It's 7mile hoe
See I don't really want no problems
Cuz I'm a have to solve em
Got the cromed out revoler
And I call her babybubba
She be busting nigga bubble
Leave ya bloody in a puddle
Then ya momma have to wonder
How her baby got in trouble
Then ya momma have to wonder
How her baby got in trouble
How her baby got in trouble
Bust down 41 this the president
I get em off thru the mail what's your residents
I need half off top before it get sent
Fresh 40 out the box no stock clip
I be rocking all designer Gucci drip sauce
Stay running up a bag in the trap hard
Hit the switch on the Glitzy knock ya back off
It'll be a cold day before I accept the lost
And if you talking more than 4 I can cut the cost
This money stacking to the ceiling I ain't change shit
Remember sitting in the cell and I ain't have shit
God changed my situation talking cash shit
Ain't nothing worse than a pretty broke bad bitch
I sell it all by the gram and smoke it by the ounce
And if she choosing cash app it all to my account
Money over fame dawg I don't need the clout
See I don't really want no problems
Cuz I'm a have to solve em
Got the cromed out revoler
And I call her babybubba
She be busting nigga bubble
Leave ya bloody in a puddle
Then ya momma have to wonder
How her baby got in trouble
Then ya momma have to wonder
How her baby got in trouble
How her baby got in trouble
Look I was yah high to a peanut
Making big money pulling big stunts
Blowing big blunts
Showed niggas how to stunt
Fish tank in the Escalade stretch
Wit da spinners on that bitch punk
That was 03 no Instagram
Street famous big bundles in
Rubber bands we hood legends
Fuck yo fam assistant pimp
Stay in yo place
Whole family get erased
Keep yo bitch wet her in the face
Put my stamp down
We ain't no rap clowns
Left the game to you suckas
Couldn't hold it down
Back now on the real Neva left
It's the chef hit him the neck
He think he wet wet hit em
Wit da tec tec hunnind round Gang bitch
We don't need your respect
I'm smelling the fear handover the bag
1 false move ya toe getting tagged
It's 7mile hoe
See I don't really want no problems
Cuz I'm a have to solve em
Got the cromed out revoler
And I call her babybubba
She be busting nigga bubble
Leave ya bloody in a puddle
Then ya momma have to wonder
How her baby got in trouble
Then ya momma have to wonder
How her baby got in trouble
How her baby got in trouble
Bust down 41 this the president
I get em off thru the mail what's your residents
I need half off top before it get sent
Fresh 40 out the box no stock clip
I be rocking all designer Gucci drip sauce
Stay running up a bag in the trap hard
Hit the switch on the Glitzy knock ya back off
It'll be a cold day before I accept the lost
And if you talking more than 4 I can cut the cost
This money stacking to the ceiling I ain't change shit
Remember sitting in the cell and I ain't have shit
God changed my situation talking cash shit
Ain't nothing worse than a pretty broke bad bitch
I sell it all by the gram and smoke it by the ounce
And if she choosing cash app it all to my account
Money over fame dawg I don't need the clout
See I don't really want no problems
Cuz I'm a have to solve em
Got the cromed out revoler
And I call her babybubba
She be busting nigga bubble
Leave ya bloody in a puddle
Then ya momma have to wonder
How her baby got in trouble
Then ya momma have to wonder
How her baby got in trouble
How her baby got in trouble
Credits
Writer(s): Darius Howard
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