Problem's
All In the whip In a stolo
When It get ugly I need you to love me
She like why your face down why you mean mugging
I'm just thinking about the time why they ain't a hunnit (Uhh huh)
I know it's coming so I gotta chill I'm waiting for better days
He riding for me but he acting funny it's best that he stay away
Uh
Got hot Glocks cause we shooting niggas (Bow)
Keep your fingers burning like a doobie nigga
Posted on the block I'm trying to do a nigga (Uh huh)
I be teaching niggas no student nigga
Rack's in the house, no Stuart Little (Uhh huh)
Dear lord, heavenly father hear me out
Used to think it was fake when I hear him shout
Sticky situations you done got me out,
I ain't know no better, please don't count me out
I am the one that is chosen, you can just hold this, my heart is cold like it's frozen
I'ma be more like the rover when this shit over, I'ma be something like Hova
When we slide on the opp's know the whips is stolen (Yup)
Got shot in this shit for tryna play goalie (Yup)
Don't ask if it's on me you know that I'm totin
Yeah I'm on papers and I'm still gone blow it (Blaah)
Load up them Drac's tryna take a nigga face off
Knock a opp out the park like a nigga said play ball (Uhh huh)
I can start a genocide like that nigga Adolf (Uhh huh)
Drop a couple opps then a nigga off the radar
Drop a couple opps, then a nigga finna pour
You ain't heard we don't smoke, niggas boy we pour more up
You ain't heard me and P money finna blow up
You ain't heard I was down bad, had to go up (Uhh huh)
I cannot go like the rest, keep a pole tucked
P's for the low, you can get you a bow bruh (Okay)
Straight to the source boy I keep me a grower (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga tryna rob and this flame gone throw ya (Uhh huh)
He won't a real sipper so I had to Karo him
Sweet lick so you know I had to go poke him
Got real deal killers I ain't even got blow now
I point him out, bro gone smoke him, (Yuhh)
When It get ugly I need you to love me (Uhh huh)
She like why your face down why you mean mugging (Uhh huh)
I'm just thinking about the time why they ain't a hunnit
I know it's coming so I gotta chill I'm waiting for better days
He riding for me but he acting funny it's best that he stay away (Uhh huh)
Uh
Got hot Glocks cause we shooting niggas
Keep your fingers burning like a doobie nigga (Uhh huh)
Posted on the block I'm trying to do a nigga
No, no
Mmm
Got hot Glocks cause we shooting niggas
Keep your fingers burning like a doobie nigga
Racks in the house no Stuart Little
Ahhh
Yeah
Ahhh
When It get ugly I need you to love me
She like why your face down why you mean mugging
I'm just thinking about the time why they ain't a hunnit (Uhh huh)
I know it's coming so I gotta chill I'm waiting for better days
He riding for me but he acting funny it's best that he stay away
Uh
Got hot Glocks cause we shooting niggas (Bow)
Keep your fingers burning like a doobie nigga
Posted on the block I'm trying to do a nigga (Uh huh)
I be teaching niggas no student nigga
Rack's in the house, no Stuart Little (Uhh huh)
Dear lord, heavenly father hear me out
Used to think it was fake when I hear him shout
Sticky situations you done got me out,
I ain't know no better, please don't count me out
I am the one that is chosen, you can just hold this, my heart is cold like it's frozen
I'ma be more like the rover when this shit over, I'ma be something like Hova
When we slide on the opp's know the whips is stolen (Yup)
Got shot in this shit for tryna play goalie (Yup)
Don't ask if it's on me you know that I'm totin
Yeah I'm on papers and I'm still gone blow it (Blaah)
Load up them Drac's tryna take a nigga face off
Knock a opp out the park like a nigga said play ball (Uhh huh)
I can start a genocide like that nigga Adolf (Uhh huh)
Drop a couple opps then a nigga off the radar
Drop a couple opps, then a nigga finna pour
You ain't heard we don't smoke, niggas boy we pour more up
You ain't heard me and P money finna blow up
You ain't heard I was down bad, had to go up (Uhh huh)
I cannot go like the rest, keep a pole tucked
P's for the low, you can get you a bow bruh (Okay)
Straight to the source boy I keep me a grower (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga tryna rob and this flame gone throw ya (Uhh huh)
He won't a real sipper so I had to Karo him
Sweet lick so you know I had to go poke him
Got real deal killers I ain't even got blow now
I point him out, bro gone smoke him, (Yuhh)
When It get ugly I need you to love me (Uhh huh)
She like why your face down why you mean mugging (Uhh huh)
I'm just thinking about the time why they ain't a hunnit
I know it's coming so I gotta chill I'm waiting for better days
He riding for me but he acting funny it's best that he stay away (Uhh huh)
Uh
Got hot Glocks cause we shooting niggas
Keep your fingers burning like a doobie nigga (Uhh huh)
Posted on the block I'm trying to do a nigga
No, no
Mmm
Got hot Glocks cause we shooting niggas
Keep your fingers burning like a doobie nigga
Racks in the house no Stuart Little
Ahhh
Yeah
Ahhh
Credits
Writer(s): Paris Mccallum
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