problems - Burberry Gucci

I been balling so long but I don’t want no problems

Keep that FN in reach, but I don’t want no problems

Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don’t want no problems

I know every lock on Slauson, but I don’t want no problems

Pullin' up in YSL, these young niggas got problems

They can’t see me with that wooly, they gon' swear it’s a problem

I’m gon' slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems

OG bag 'pose to be in, what the world is the problem?

I’ma wrap my money it look like Oprah Winfrey

I’ma sell one of my mansions, everything new but the kitchen

Ain’t no cypher, no no wrestler, but I’m wrapping in midget

And I’m master selling them P’s, now my money no limit

I got my bed up, I shed up, don’t let up, no police, I’m fed up

They cannot forget us, I got your schedule, I fuck up your schedule

I shoot at your head, your dreads, they buy us

You bitches just know it’s too hard to get by us

I’m not advertising but boy you can try us

I sing to your bitch and she call me Mariah

I see and read everything 'round me but bibles

Bugatti I swear, I’m not gonna hurt anybody

I swear I’m not gonna tell anybody

Just get it this molly and stand right beside me

I’m with PeeWee Longway

You know every day a long day

You know I’m not Kanye, but I been rocking since the first day

I been balling so long but I don’t want no problems

Keep that FN in reach, but I don’t want no problems

Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don’t want no problems

I know every lock on Slauson, but I don’t want no problems

Pullin' up in YSL, these young niggas got problems

They can’t see me with that wooly, they gon' swear it’s a problem

I’m gon' slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems

OG bag 'pose to be in, what the world is the problem?

I see you walking with that sack, I’ma take it like Debo

Me and Thug in the alleyway, we hit 'em up below

If you tell on my partner Domingo I’ma shoot you like free throw

Run up on my brother Takeoff, I’ma whoop you like Rico

Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga

My nigga keep pistols grenades and missiles

My diamonds they cold as icicles I’m trapping and making a deal like a pickle

I am the nigga you want to be

My diamonds they black just like Willie B

Niggas in the hood they know me

I walk around with the set, no army

Porsche Panamera, one button, top gone

All these bad bitches, Spanish hoes, Hong Kong

Plug hit my phone (Brrt), I just need a zone

Birds singing like harmony but I don’t need a bone

I been balling so long but I don’t want no problems

Keep that FN in reach, but I don’t want no problems

Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don’t want no problems

I know every lock on Slauson, but I don’t want no problems

Pullin' up in YSL, these young niggas got problems

They can’t see me with that wooly, they gon' swear it’s a problem

I’m gon' slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems

OG bag 'pose to be in, what the world is the problem?

Choppers and uzis, you talking, we’re shooting

I’m moving my squad and my family, ain’t no recruiting

I do what I do, you know I keep it true

Without throwing on true, your religion is fool

Old ass money but the whip brand new

On brand new shoes, got brand new jewels

Whipping that Yayo, looking like mayo

It come from Barbados, my wrist is tornado

I kick it like Kato, hundred round drums

Walking with bombs, serving the junkies they asking for crumbs

And it ain’t no problem, got that revolver

Think you a problem, I got to solve you

We ducking police like we felons

Put two hundred on your watermelon

That’s your head, or cerebellum

These fuck niggas fake niggas know that they telling

Them tickets them pigeons, you know that I sell them

My migo, he hit me, you know that I mail him

If Thug want a pack then you know I’ma let him

These fuck niggas ain’t special

I been balling so long but I don’t want no problems

Keep that FN in reach, but I don’t want no problems

Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don’t want no problems

I know every lock on Slauson, but I don’t want no problems

Pullin' up in YSL, these young niggas got problems

They can’t see me with that wooly, they gon' swear it’s a problem

I’m gon' slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems

OG bag 'pose to be in, what the world is the problem?