Problem – Get On It (feat. Bad Lucc)

person Cuslifolder_openNexusaccess_time August 12, 2017

I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky

A nigga be like
Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill
Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling
She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that
How you do dat there?
When I’m done they always ask
Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab
I do it for my bros of the Locke
I’ma slam the scraper
I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]
Pound half-Raider, hunned sixes is where we grew that
I get it going my nig, I blow the horn and she ready
Strap it up, you murder the pussy
Your bitch hit me up then I’m probably going down
[Verse 2: Problem]
It depends on how much of that shit I just had
Real beef you don’t talk, you just murder a pussy
Who dat, talking bout, who dat
I bet your lady knew that
Like what that shit do, yeah
Floating through the city like I’m on a raft nigga
Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
Huh, give a fuck like whaat
Through these thousand dollars frames
These hoes thanking it’s snow
Woo, like Flair
Them hoes on stop
My bitch is red as a Honda throw back on them Yokohamas
Your money funny you a clown
I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
See me?

Banging my gang like uh

Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga, ass nigga
Heavy hitter right here, all you other niggas jabs
Huh, nigga what
[Verse 1: Problem]
Now it’s 442 my pack a bang rewinding
Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black
Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what
P burnin’, no Syphilis
Cause I’m a pimp see, word to Bun B
[Hook: Problem]
I just throw up a diamond, nigga, cause Lane is the gang!
See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill
Nigga please, I’m the one with the fetti Disrespectful?
Who dat
A nigga be like huh, nigga what
I’m going out with a bang, it’s Lane on the chain
Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what

Get a weight lift, reppin’ Cal like Ripken I’m on fire right now
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
Millionaire mind, fuck a thousand-dollar brain
Hop up in my lane, shit be looking way different
Blow my weed, smash the gas
You touch the paper it’s go, me I’m just granted for show
Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing
See them and be like huh, nigga, what?
Mike Vick with the shit, I don’t need to pass nigga
Banging my gang like uh
Go on get nerve, I’m off the curb
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat

I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li
[Hook: Problem]
Compton for real, you ain’t gotta ask nigga
Whatever however, cause young niggas stay trying
Talking with my round diamond lane, I thought you knew that
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time
Word to Master P and Young Bleed
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat

Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that

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