Problems

Just give me the bag

All that shit that you talking and doing don made me spaz

Bitch I'ma big boss

Got my foot on they neck I don ran up the check got me feeling like Rick Ross

You a hater a faker a rat lil homie you might as well get lost

Fuck round make me get pissed off

3 2 1 this the kick off

I can't sit down and eat wit no haters

They smile in yo face then they cross you out later

Keep that vest on my chest wit that Glock on my hip

The problems get started I'm coming equipped

I don't run from no problem ain't telling no lies

If they bringing the drama I'm ready to slide

All my potners they close and they ready to ride

See the look in they eye man they ready to die

All that talk bout you ran up a bag and you spending some cash you must think that I need you

Fuck around get a hole in your body boy get stretched like polatie shit so big I can see thru

The way that I move boy u wouldn't understand send that cash and then maybe I'll teach you