Zeberland - Problems (feat. Zoey Dollaz & Ball Greezy)

You know the beef ain't a problem,
I keep my strap for all the robbers

Yea
It's just another sunny day in the hood
Tryna come up
Where the weak niggas gotta learn to get they muscle up
Been hanging with each other from 5 and 6
We had to get it how we live off dimes and nicks
Holidays around the corner gotta find us a lick
Eleven hundred every onion tryna grind us a brick
Yea
Jump out kinda hot though
But we still in the trap with the draco

Shoot 'em all painting had us going hard
Had us going hard
Just to hit the boulevard
And pull up on the broads
I got love for my niggas
Yea I swear to God
Bout anyone of 'em
I kept a charge
Me and my niggas like fam we gon stick to that
Blood brothers till the end we'll never rat
My mother your mother real nigga rap
My brothers keep it till the end that's a known fact

You know the beef ain't a problem
AK draco or revolver
I keep my strap for all the robbers
And all my niggas who went solid
Yea
See they don't make 'em like me no more
That's why I don't give a fuck no more
If a nigga got a problem
I'ma AK draco bout my partner

Shit I had a hammer way before I had a car
And if it wasn't on deck kept a knife for the scar
The beef was never a issue
I ain't never lacking yougin kept him a pistol
I ain't never backing I attack like a pit bull
Lil niggas acting big bitch nigga you a shih tzu
No more scamming days
Turbo tax done took a fall
Some of my niggas back to hitting licks and selling raw
We all know a 9 to 5 just don't do the job
Some of my niggas loose they faith, they lost they hope in God
All they know is a gun
They believe in them dollars
Niggas killing for fun
Murder one ain't a problem
You know murder one ain't no problem
Shit I thank God this music saved my life
Cuz I know the streets or jail woulda take my life

You know the beef ain't a problem
AK draco or revolver
I keep my strap for all the robbers
And all my niggas who went solid
Yea
See they don't make 'em like me no more
That's why I don't give a fuck no more
If a nigga got a problem
I'ma AK Draco bout my partner

My momma woke me up when they was popping cross the street
I swear I'll take ya off this block
If it's the last thing on my feet
Well the pain never goes
On the road I never eat
So I be coming from the bottom with some hunger they never seen
So my work ethic checking 'em
Big bucks be wrecking 'em
Laughed up in my face when I said that I'll be stepping up
Now they tryna be all in my place
Turn my records up
Like why you tryna do this shit now y'all ain't got my love
Aint that my luck
Man I found that shit easy
Words be coming out my mouth like fuck it y'all can leave me
Middle of the country now you'll find me out DC
I'm starting shit like anywhere until they fucking see me
Yea
So swift that be breezy
Moving out to Hollywood bucks be sleazy
Yea
This the shit that I'll die for
Colt 44 put it in the sky for 'em

You know the beef ain't a problem
AK draco or revolver
I keep my strap for all the robbers
And all my nigga who went solid
Yea
See they don't make 'em like me no more
Thrat's why I don't give a fuck no more
If a nigga got a problem
I'ma AK draco bout my partner

Written by:
Tanner Simkins, Zeb Halbert

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