problms Lyrics

Woah

Yeah

Yeah, it's a whole lotta racks

Yeah, it's a whole lotta problems

When I hit that lil bitch from the back

It come with a whole lotta problems

But fuck it we smoking on gas

Just tryna get rid of our problems

Yeah, I just came from the bank

Whippin that bitch like some c.r.e.a.m

But we not talking no Wu-Tang

Presidential tint on the whip

You can't see me getting no road brain

She be freaky, she like doing role-play

Can never stress when I'm with the gang

Can't answer texts, so she go insane

She out of touch with the lord, so I hope she pray

Can never forget we from the north

Specifically we from the 4th with a 03

Don't need to ride with no poles

Yeah

Bitch we gone step in some snow

Yeah, but she tryna hit on the low

When I call my bros, it's on go

Yeah, but let me switch up the flow

Never back down, bitch that's my ma fuckin code

Told that lil bitch to go pipe down, cause my heart is on froze

Yeah, it is what it was

Still keep the loot in the trunk

Yeah

I'm moving well that lil boy is a bum

Lemme keep it a buck

I be balling like the bucks

He a broke boy, he be taking the bus

When I look at her face, her eyes are full of lust

Never met a bitch that I could trust

Keep my heart on my sleeve, cause that is a must

Told lil shorty I'm just tryna hit, no time for discuss

But if she tryna cuff, she gone have to show me sum

But if she shoot her shot and miss, then I guess she outta luck

Yeah, we gone smoke it down to the roach

Like Dom Corleo, we gone hit it wit a bloody punch

Yeah

Yeah, I been running it up

On the campus, bitch I'm studious as fuck

Got me a white-tee, still a carhartt fiend

Still got it made, but it ain't what you think

But I'm still tryna get my neck on froze, like a hockey rink

Yeah, it's a whole lotta racks

Yeah, it's a whole lotta problems

When I hit that lil bitch from the back

It come with a whole lotta problems

But fuck it we smoking on gas

Just tryna get rid of our problems

Yeah, I just came from the bank

Whippin that bitch like some c.r.e.a.m

But we not talking no Wu-Tang

Presidential tint on the whip

You can't see me getting no road brain

She be freaky, she like doing role-play

Can never stress when I'm with the gang

Can't answer texts, so she go insane

She out of touch with the lord, so I hope she pray

Can never forget we from the north

Specifically we from the 4th with a 03