Problems
Smoking on gas
And it got hell of grabba
Niggas know they can't fuck with me Nada
Be jacking it's beef
But don't really want problems
You mad
That's really ya problems
Can try what you want
But you really can't stop us
When they chase do the race
The music is playing
Them speakers is knocking
These niggas be haters
They really be rotten
That's really they problem
Niggas can't fuck with a nigga
Like me
Dread headed monster with a flow
So clean
Milking my goals
Out here chasing my dream
40 Ms with a L
While I'm gripping my K
Niggas living like the king
No I'm not talking bout
Martin Luther
Raise the bar for my sons
You niggas my juniors
Got the same type of dreams
Just a lil more ruthless
This 40 a do ya
Come buss ya medulla
Can't show ya next move
Got to leave em all clueless
Think I'm sponsored by Nike
With how I just do it
Start rapping caught fire
Then Niggas kept moving
Got powers with mojo
They think that I'm groovy
Balling all two four
I'm doing the mamba
Blow rocket launching
I'm moving like rondo
Thinking he tough
Till niggas run up
Put a 9 in his back
Make him feel like he rondo
That's how I'm feeling
Bout all you haters
Smoking purple
While I'm dripping In gold
I feel like a motherfucking Angeles Laker
Thinking shit sweet if I want it I take it
Griddy code living that's why I'm gon make it
Real big bully
Come and snatch up ya cookies
This shit ain't new so don't act like a rookie
Don't give me a reason
Cause I'm looking for any
Move like the groves
Out here Robbin ya pennies
Straight out the 21
I'm known in my city
Don't come you ain't from
Bring a gun
Cause you know it get Griddy
Bad bitch in the passy
And she sitting real pretty
Brown skin real thick
And she got some good kitty
If I drive she gon shoot
She always down to get litty
Make a op turn to pack
She be smoking it with me
Smoking on gas
And it got hell of grabba
Niggas know they can't fuck with me Nada
Be jacking it's beef
But don't really want problems
You mad That's really ya problems
Can try what you want
But you really can't stop us
When they chase do the race
The music is playing
Them speakers is knocking
These niggas be haters
They really be rotten
That's really they problem
So that's that's what's wrong with These niggas
That's what it is
These be really they really
Just hating on niggas
Cause I knew it was something
But I ain't know exactly
What it was my nigga
You know what I'm saying
That's why you know I be
Chillann
Rosa parks say the back of the bus
So I really got to black it's a must
I ain't got no time
For the snotty and moody
You acting crazy
Then we'll karate your booty
Cooling maybe
She massaging the tooly
I'm bothered I'm vexed
Much respect to my ex
I embraced all my stress
I'm up now not up next
Niggas know who the goat is
Before me hocus pocus
I don't even know
If I should smoke this
Nigga you put your lips on it
She stuck with me she fuck with you
That's luckily
Shhh I wouldn't kiss on it
This money wave
And the fact that she should shave
Nigga i put your bitch on it
Rice and peas
Nigga they don't want no beef
But they probably put fish on it
Got a block we gone spit on it
Tik tok its a big moment
Without videos nigga
I was raised by a serial killer
You eating cereal nigga
High hopes like a blunt at the alter
Taught Jesus how to walk on water
Can't fall I don't fuck with autumn
Don't know em
And don't fuck with all them
Can't return all the swag
I bought them
It's the dopest out
It's best you close your mouth
They jack it's on
That's when the coldest out
Don't pay me half
I need the whole amount
I'm teaching class
So take your folders out
And yea I'm there
You know the hoes is out
I'm sniping bitches
Or maybe this shit is a missile
Game over blow the whistle
I know it's they problem
I'm probably they number one issue
Smoking on gas
And it got hell of grabba
Niggas know they can't fuck with me
Nada
Be jacking it's beef
But don't really want problems
You mad That's really ya problems
Can try what you want
But you really can't stop us
When they chase do the race
The music is playing
Them speakers is knocking
These niggas be haters
They really be rotten
That's really they problem
See the problem with you lil niggas is
You niggas don't know about respect
I should make Kako smack
The shit out one of you niggas
But I don't want to get him in trouble
And it got hell of grabba
Niggas know they can't fuck with me Nada
Be jacking it's beef
But don't really want problems
You mad
That's really ya problems
Can try what you want
But you really can't stop us
When they chase do the race
The music is playing
Them speakers is knocking
These niggas be haters
They really be rotten
That's really they problem
Niggas can't fuck with a nigga
Like me
Dread headed monster with a flow
So clean
Milking my goals
Out here chasing my dream
40 Ms with a L
While I'm gripping my K
Niggas living like the king
No I'm not talking bout
Martin Luther
Raise the bar for my sons
You niggas my juniors
Got the same type of dreams
Just a lil more ruthless
This 40 a do ya
Come buss ya medulla
Can't show ya next move
Got to leave em all clueless
Think I'm sponsored by Nike
With how I just do it
Start rapping caught fire
Then Niggas kept moving
Got powers with mojo
They think that I'm groovy
Balling all two four
I'm doing the mamba
Blow rocket launching
I'm moving like rondo
Thinking he tough
Till niggas run up
Put a 9 in his back
Make him feel like he rondo
That's how I'm feeling
Bout all you haters
Smoking purple
While I'm dripping In gold
I feel like a motherfucking Angeles Laker
Thinking shit sweet if I want it I take it
Griddy code living that's why I'm gon make it
Real big bully
Come and snatch up ya cookies
This shit ain't new so don't act like a rookie
Don't give me a reason
Cause I'm looking for any
Move like the groves
Out here Robbin ya pennies
Straight out the 21
I'm known in my city
Don't come you ain't from
Bring a gun
Cause you know it get Griddy
Bad bitch in the passy
And she sitting real pretty
Brown skin real thick
And she got some good kitty
If I drive she gon shoot
She always down to get litty
Make a op turn to pack
She be smoking it with me
Smoking on gas
And it got hell of grabba
Niggas know they can't fuck with me Nada
Be jacking it's beef
But don't really want problems
You mad That's really ya problems
Can try what you want
But you really can't stop us
When they chase do the race
The music is playing
Them speakers is knocking
These niggas be haters
They really be rotten
That's really they problem
So that's that's what's wrong with These niggas
That's what it is
These be really they really
Just hating on niggas
Cause I knew it was something
But I ain't know exactly
What it was my nigga
You know what I'm saying
That's why you know I be
Chillann
Rosa parks say the back of the bus
So I really got to black it's a must
I ain't got no time
For the snotty and moody
You acting crazy
Then we'll karate your booty
Cooling maybe
She massaging the tooly
I'm bothered I'm vexed
Much respect to my ex
I embraced all my stress
I'm up now not up next
Niggas know who the goat is
Before me hocus pocus
I don't even know
If I should smoke this
Nigga you put your lips on it
She stuck with me she fuck with you
That's luckily
Shhh I wouldn't kiss on it
This money wave
And the fact that she should shave
Nigga i put your bitch on it
Rice and peas
Nigga they don't want no beef
But they probably put fish on it
Got a block we gone spit on it
Tik tok its a big moment
Without videos nigga
I was raised by a serial killer
You eating cereal nigga
High hopes like a blunt at the alter
Taught Jesus how to walk on water
Can't fall I don't fuck with autumn
Don't know em
And don't fuck with all them
Can't return all the swag
I bought them
It's the dopest out
It's best you close your mouth
They jack it's on
That's when the coldest out
Don't pay me half
I need the whole amount
I'm teaching class
So take your folders out
And yea I'm there
You know the hoes is out
I'm sniping bitches
Or maybe this shit is a missile
Game over blow the whistle
I know it's they problem
I'm probably they number one issue
Smoking on gas
And it got hell of grabba
Niggas know they can't fuck with me
Nada
Be jacking it's beef
But don't really want problems
You mad That's really ya problems
Can try what you want
But you really can't stop us
When they chase do the race
The music is playing
Them speakers is knocking
These niggas be haters
They really be rotten
That's really they problem
See the problem with you lil niggas is
You niggas don't know about respect
I should make Kako smack
The shit out one of you niggas
But I don't want to get him in trouble
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Writer(s): Malcolm Carter
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