Only Problem (feat. 03 Greedo)
My only problem is I keep poppin' these percocets
Took his chains cause he play tough
Now come purchase it back
Jeans only cost me a band, but I got 50 in them
Hit they hood and spin all night, I got dizzy with them
The gat ain't in the car, I'm in the club with it
Let Yak come beat your block, I love that dumb nigga
Pink 10s, RPs, my meds at
Walked in swinging big cubans and head tats
She suck me good, she got me leanin' like my cream soda
I seen her friends been eyeing me, told her bring them over
You know I sprayed the YSL still smell the cookie on me
Bad bitch with a fat ass put that pussy on me
Fuckin' yerkies got my motherfuckin' palms itching
I need all my kicks designer, or I cannot fit them
In the booth beating the mic like I'm Sonny Liston
In the house searching for money, now their safe missing
In the club swinging my chain like hula hoop
Everybody turn to opps, I don't know who to shoot
Told the bitch to slow down, I almost spilled my juice
If the ball was in your hand, what would you do?
I'm finna do a song with somebody that I don't like
This nigga think we cool but he won't make it home tonight
They call me Greedy when I eat, she got overbite
Red bottoms steppin' on the lean
Can't roll your soda sprite
Need purple guts inside my ghost call it the poltergeist
I've been possessed by little money finna pour tonight
Just fucked the partner of my ex
Like she don't know my wife
I'm banging grape street crip
Bitch you know I'm trife
Bitch I'm still high off shit I popped back in 2009
I'm still alive and all my opps, shit all them niggas dying
Don't ask me bout no Cali rappers, all them niggas lyin'
They ain't no flockerss, ain't no trappers, ain't committing crimes
Each time 03 link with R3, these niggas throwin' signs
They finna free my fucking flee and bitch it's going down
2013 to '23 and we ain't been around but imma give it to you straight
You play we give you rounds
Ain't talking boxes turned to hashtags off a fenty pound
Hottest new artist but for 15 years been underground
They speed my songs up and do dances with them kiddy clowns
Might paint my face, hop out with steppers in the biggest crowd
We ride with spinners, we ride spinners, it don't stop
Pimpin like Crunchy Black the mafia back on the block
I got some some Memphis grapes that pop a youngin' nigga top
You play with Greedy name and we ain't ever met, I'm just that hot
I gained some weight in prison, this ain't fat I'll knock you out
Enemies respect me cause I never flinched, they packed me out
Bitch I'm banging on grape, I never rolled it up
Some of y'all, done turned it down
And y'all ain't standing close to us
Murder R3 songs cause he remind me of my evil twin
Know they call me Greedy, after this gon' have to eat again
I hustle off my tax ID and I might use a CPN
I know this verse a little long, so what, just loop the beat again
Still standing on business, I stand up like a comedian
I'm back to get my motherfucking state up out they seat again
Been down for 7 burners, I ain't scared to up the heat again
Switch my parole to Cali just so I can smoke some weed again
I must have a weak bladder cause a nigga finna P again
Don't ever say these rappers sounding something like 03 again
She don't wanna get me, shit I'm sorry I don't need her then
If you ain't down to kill a nigga for me I can't be your friend
Huh
His jewelry cheap, that cuban hollow
Thought he was a killer, real driller, he got bopped though
Niggas in they videos with they AR's and still ain't drop shit
I go grab my chop, drop a body, I don't drop diss
I'm in Nieman Marcus, pockets bulging, blowing big racks
Aim the 762's, out his face and push his shit back
My homies outside toting sticks like they can't see nothin'
When it's time to slide if you in this ride, you know how we comin'
You ain't ever stripped a nigga for a box of p's
Don't crack stoves and flock houses, nigga that's my thing
My watch cost a little more, I bust the face too
We them niggas bouncing out letting dracs loose
Blower in my Amiri jeans and I'm clutching it
She got a design on her toes and I'm lovin' it
I'm in here leaning to the left off a pink 10
Hundreds piled up on the floor counting Big Ben
Took his chains cause he play tough
Now come purchase it back
Jeans only cost me a band, but I got 50 in them
Hit they hood and spin all night, I got dizzy with them
The gat ain't in the car, I'm in the club with it
Let Yak come beat your block, I love that dumb nigga
Pink 10s, RPs, my meds at
Walked in swinging big cubans and head tats
She suck me good, she got me leanin' like my cream soda
I seen her friends been eyeing me, told her bring them over
You know I sprayed the YSL still smell the cookie on me
Bad bitch with a fat ass put that pussy on me
Fuckin' yerkies got my motherfuckin' palms itching
I need all my kicks designer, or I cannot fit them
In the booth beating the mic like I'm Sonny Liston
In the house searching for money, now their safe missing
In the club swinging my chain like hula hoop
Everybody turn to opps, I don't know who to shoot
Told the bitch to slow down, I almost spilled my juice
If the ball was in your hand, what would you do?
I'm finna do a song with somebody that I don't like
This nigga think we cool but he won't make it home tonight
They call me Greedy when I eat, she got overbite
Red bottoms steppin' on the lean
Can't roll your soda sprite
Need purple guts inside my ghost call it the poltergeist
I've been possessed by little money finna pour tonight
Just fucked the partner of my ex
Like she don't know my wife
I'm banging grape street crip
Bitch you know I'm trife
Bitch I'm still high off shit I popped back in 2009
I'm still alive and all my opps, shit all them niggas dying
Don't ask me bout no Cali rappers, all them niggas lyin'
They ain't no flockerss, ain't no trappers, ain't committing crimes
Each time 03 link with R3, these niggas throwin' signs
They finna free my fucking flee and bitch it's going down
2013 to '23 and we ain't been around but imma give it to you straight
You play we give you rounds
Ain't talking boxes turned to hashtags off a fenty pound
Hottest new artist but for 15 years been underground
They speed my songs up and do dances with them kiddy clowns
Might paint my face, hop out with steppers in the biggest crowd
We ride with spinners, we ride spinners, it don't stop
Pimpin like Crunchy Black the mafia back on the block
I got some some Memphis grapes that pop a youngin' nigga top
You play with Greedy name and we ain't ever met, I'm just that hot
I gained some weight in prison, this ain't fat I'll knock you out
Enemies respect me cause I never flinched, they packed me out
Bitch I'm banging on grape, I never rolled it up
Some of y'all, done turned it down
And y'all ain't standing close to us
Murder R3 songs cause he remind me of my evil twin
Know they call me Greedy, after this gon' have to eat again
I hustle off my tax ID and I might use a CPN
I know this verse a little long, so what, just loop the beat again
Still standing on business, I stand up like a comedian
I'm back to get my motherfucking state up out they seat again
Been down for 7 burners, I ain't scared to up the heat again
Switch my parole to Cali just so I can smoke some weed again
I must have a weak bladder cause a nigga finna P again
Don't ever say these rappers sounding something like 03 again
She don't wanna get me, shit I'm sorry I don't need her then
If you ain't down to kill a nigga for me I can't be your friend
Huh
His jewelry cheap, that cuban hollow
Thought he was a killer, real driller, he got bopped though
Niggas in they videos with they AR's and still ain't drop shit
I go grab my chop, drop a body, I don't drop diss
I'm in Nieman Marcus, pockets bulging, blowing big racks
Aim the 762's, out his face and push his shit back
My homies outside toting sticks like they can't see nothin'
When it's time to slide if you in this ride, you know how we comin'
You ain't ever stripped a nigga for a box of p's
Don't crack stoves and flock houses, nigga that's my thing
My watch cost a little more, I bust the face too
We them niggas bouncing out letting dracs loose
Blower in my Amiri jeans and I'm clutching it
She got a design on her toes and I'm lovin' it
I'm in here leaning to the left off a pink 10
Hundreds piled up on the floor counting Big Ben
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Writer(s): Jayden Turner, Jacob Sclaver, Joshua Camron White
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