I Got a Problem ft. Tana304 Lyrics

I got a problem with people that don't pay no homage I'm in it for commas, I ain't go to college

But I'm finna make it up out of the bottom, I'm sippin' a bottle I got a problem if all of my homies don't know that I got em And I got a problem with people tryna play

me like Ouija, I drip like a squeegee And I got a problem with people that don't

Like the kid they be trying to stop em If I do not make it, I'm finna be wildin

Yeah, yeah, finna be wildin', I'ma be on one you got an issue, it's finna be on

Son and ya lil' girlie be thinking I'm handsome I'm not lil' Tecca, I'll hold her for ransom

I want them diamonds, that always be dancing Partyin' hard like I'm Marilyn Manson

I got a problem with people that don't want me doin' it cold like the flu and shit, you gotta glock

But you ain't a shooter, you never be usin' it, I got some ops

Behind the computers, they talkin', I'm used to a drip like a mop

Get me a bag, I'm unzippin' the top Sippin' Ciroc, whippin' shit, flippin' it, give me the guap

The way I maneuver, you never could do it The way I be movin' would leave you in ruins

Biggie and Wu-Tang, they be my influence I got a problem if you do not show me respect

Come at your neck, you best be Come and correct that gist, geese

I be so wicked, best me, gotta get me a check I got a problem if you do not pay me

Thinkin' I'm not about to get it, you funny like Jamie

I got a problem with rappers that do not be rappin' They always be cappin', they ain't bout no action

I got a problem with people that's famous For no fuckin' reason, they ain't got no talent

I got a problem with people that hate on the grind That's okay, I'ma leave em behind

They gon' still want a piece of the pie, fuck that

Call up my homies that really gon' ride Ride on my family, they really gon' die

I do not care about internet thugs Drippin' some wax, up onto the bud

Bumpin' that Biggie and Pac

I got a problem with people that don't pay no homage

I'm in it for commas, I ain't go to college

But I'm finna make it up out of the bottom, I'm sippin' a bottle

I got a problem with people that don't pay no homage

I'm in it for commas , I ain't go to college

But I'm finna make it up out of the bottom, I'm sippin' a bottle

I got a problem with these lil' niggas That think they the shit, but they know that they isn't

I got a problem with all these niggas That sittin' and hatin' on my lyrical vision

I got a problem with anyone tellin' me That I'm just wastin' time on my mission

I got a problem with anyone pullin' it If they not shootin' it, till' it be clickin'

I got a problem well actually a couple Won't stop till I got like a million doubled

Mentally sick and you don't know the struggle The voices inside me, they all like to huddle

Fuck up my choices, fuck up my hustle Causin' indictments, they get me in trouble

Got a few stacks right out of the rubble If you tryna take it, I'm not gon' be subtle

Haters are lost, I'm leavin' em puzzled I got a problem with dogs bein' muzzled

Get it? Free the dogs, heat it up, beat it up without a cause

Free all my homies, get them off they paws Yes, sir, I know that they all broke the law

I got a problem, be back on the double Shark in the water like we watchin' Jaws

If you be leakin', you know you in trouble You know you snitchin', that number one flaw

Snakes in the grass, I'm trimmin' the lawn Killin' this shit, so I'm finna be on

If you a snitchin', you finna be gone I got a problem with anyone close to me

Doin' me wrong, that's a nice grab Sure, let me see it, you shootin' it wrong

I got a problem with bitches that talk when the movie is on

I cannot sleep, so I'm finna get up and then do me a song

I got a problem, I got a problem, I got a problem, ooh yeah