What The Problem Lyrics

Got a problem

What the problem

Give a fuck how they coming

We solve em

Give a fuck if they gunning

We dawg em

Pass after pass to the basket

We crossed em

Got a problem

What the problem

He ain't take that shit back

So we shot em

Bitches get to attached

Gotta shock em

Pushing the package thru traffic

Gon drop em

Got a problem

What the problem

Turnt my niggas all up

Hadda boss em

Niggas talking bout run down

I walk em

Hoodies so wanted

So I hadda cop em

Got a problem what the problem

Give a fuck how you coming

We solve em

Give a fuck if they gunning

We dawg em

Pass after pass to the basket

We crossed em

Couldn't imagine couldn't imagine

Back in them days in the town

When we wasn't having we wasn't having

Trynna put food in the mouth

Now we looking at Pateks

Seeing who fastest

Line up the whip quarter mile

JD chillin in Cali we was in Pali

Really been at it a while

Moving to fast

I been outta control

Going to fast

Doing the dash stay in that mode

I'm bout to blast

Too close to crashing braking is broke

I'm on they ass

Team on my back pulling the rope

Empire status

Moving to fast outta control

Getting the cash

Five five four two

That new home

I was keeping the stash

Five minute showers luke warm

Saving the gas

Now all the foreigns we driving like gadgets

Bag for the dope in the coupe paper tagging

Got a problem

What the problem

Give a fuck how they coming

We solve em

Give a fuck if they gunning

We dawg em

Pass after pass to the basket

We crossed em

Got a problem

What the problem

He ain't take that shit back

So we shot em

Bitches get to attached

Gotta shock em

Pushing the package thru traffic

Gon drop em

Got a problem

What the problem

Turnt my niggas all up

Hadda boss em

Niggas talking bout run down

I walk em

Hoodies so wanted

So I hadda cop em

Got a problem what the problem

Give a fuck how you coming

We solve em

Give a fuck if they gunning

We dawg em

Pass after pass to the basket

We crossed em

Grew up in house number thirteen O five

Grandma chilled up in house number ten not the nine

Shit broke my heart when my cousin em died

A young nigga was four

I ain't even turned five

Lived in the partments cross from trap towers

Any pm in Culmore trap hours

I can't accept a Venmo rats scour

Feds been against me they trynna devour

Moving to fast outta control

Getting the cash

Doing the dash stay in that mode

I'm bouta blast

Too close to crashing braking is broke

I'm on they ass

Team on my back pulling the rope

Empire status

Moving to fast

I been outta control

Going to fast

Five five four two

That new home

I was keeping the stash

Five minute showers luke warm

Saving the gas

Now all the foreigns we driving like gadgets

Bag of the dope in the coupe paper tagging

Got a problem

What the problem

Give a fuck how they coming

We solve em

Give a fuck if they gunning

We dawg em

Pass after pass to the basket

We crossed em

Got a problem

What the problem

He ain't take that shit back

So we shot em

Bitches get to attached

Gotta shock em

Pushing the package thru traffic

Gon drop em

Got a problem

What the problem

Turnt my niggas all up

Hadda boss em

Niggas talking bout run down

I walk em

Hoodies so wanted

So I hadda cop em

Got a problem what the problem

Give a fuck how you coming

We solve em

Give a fuck if they gunning

We dawg em

Pass after pass to the basket

We crossed em