Problems - Hustle Gang, T.I., B.o.B

Fuck y’all nigga want with a nigga like me man

Eat you nigga for dinner

I’m a winner partner

Don’t get it fucked up

Don’t get it fucked up

You know you don’t want these problems

Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

Nigga, don’t get it fucked up

Don’t get it fucked up

You know you don’t want these problems

Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

I got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes

Steady talkin tough I bet you ain’t gon' buck though

I’m a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain’t tonight

I ain’t ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you’re right

Pow!

Me slip, like how?

On the low between us, I’m strapped right now

Yea, fed case, ain’t nothing to me

I’m a head K, know that when you run into me

Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me

Im Fred Sandford to these niggas, they big dummies to me

Okay?

Now get some paper if you wanna play

Have yo head in my hallway for 100K

Either know it or you don’t nigga, this ain’t what you want

Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain’t gon' make it home

Either know it or you don’t nigga, this ain’t what you want

Think cause I went to prison I won’t put that pistol to yo dome?

It’s funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic

You know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can’t deliver it right

I’ve been killin' this shit for so long, I don’t remember the hype

What’s that like?

They ain’t really bout that life, they ain’t really bout that

life

No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores

Hit 'er with the hammer like Thor

This ain’t no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before

Open up the suicide doors, like a Joe cut the window at the 25th floor

Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord

See I’m headin' where you ain’t never been

We are not the same and that’s evident

I make flexin' just look so effortless

Get that celery til I’m hella bit

See these hoes, these hoes ain’t celibate

And they ain’t hesitant, not at all

For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped

it off

Yeah no Tip, I got these hoes

Live it way, got a sake pose

Covered it like wear ladies flows

Nigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?

Put em all now, real nigga act

Better put it now

You better go for the Oscars

'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that’s mobsters

That ain’t playing that

Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down

Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle

We don’t play around

With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick

'Cuz life be her bitch

Will I’m gon' serve hers big dick

Boy this Compton, Diamond lane

Me and y’all, it’s bout the same

Same nigga without the game

Keep shit, it ain’t potty trained

Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain

Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game

So break bread with the real bruh

Make sure you live life 'till it kill ya

Drop another molly in my tequila

'Til my life and my dreams look familiar

Off the drama and I’m back nigga

Still a king and that’s a fact nigga

Fuck talkin, I’m that nigga

That’s one deep, no pact nigga

Bad boy, no act nigga

No internet, but I’m at niggas

New McLaren, all black nigga

That’s front and Center like Shaq nigga

In the game but don’t play round

Try this shit with me — you get layed down

I stick and move, I don’t stay round

Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound

I don’t talk the talk, I just run shit

How you think you’re me but ain’t the shit

Could go bananas on some shit

I keep a team on that dumb shit

I keep a strap that just might clap

Money low and I might trap

Yea I’m on it, fuck my opponent

He run up on me, I might snap

Got me feelin' like fuck em

I’m face to face, I don’t duck em

My heat in hand, I don’t tuck em

I don’t body bag em, I stuff em

With hot shit, hot shit

Yea I’m talkin bout hot shit

With drinkin' letters I ride shit

'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit

I go for real, just ask T.I.P

I green light my get trip

Six niggas hoppin' out one whip

Go there re-constructin your whole whip

I’m a down shore baller, ATL stunner

Bitch leave me I’mma take everything from 'er

Please try a nigga where I’m from with that drama

So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama

Let me find out, you layin' on me for riches

Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen

Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'

I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes

Hey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches

I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions

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And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission