Gutta - Problems

I got a problem with you niggaz
(Muthafuckin right)
On god I got a problem with you niggaz
(Yea)
(Believe it)
I got a problem with you niggaz (Lets settle up nigga)
I got problems I got issues
Solving them with some vigils
Loading these pistols perfect I promise they will not miss you
My murder game so official
Gun pucker then kiss you
Family grieving T-shirts reading sayin we'll always miss you
You niggaz feel so important
To me you're not important like psychics I palm this pistol and swear I see your fortune
Move slow that's just for caution
That paper I want my portion
Let you live kill your mother I call that reverse abortion
I'm crazy yea off my rocker
Riding round with my partners
My partners a combination of gloves mask and this chopper
Smoke heavy like a rasta
Handle shit like a mobster
Conversations of death over shrimp vodka and pasta
They ask how far will I go
Told me to keep it low
Pop him and flee the scene
Call it the give and go
No matter if friend or foe
I do it for the doe
So before you meet me and greet me you prolly already know
I got a problem wit you niggaz
(I don't even want to talk about that shit you dig)
On god I got a problem wit you niggaz
(Ready load that bitch up get to xing y'all niggaz out)
I swear to god I got a problem wit you niggaz
(Muthafuckin people in the hood asking a nigga where they can find your ass at)
I got a problem wit you niggaz
(You already know what we about)
Look, In beef I do not have a problem multiplying my gats
Adding up all my bullets, Dividing them in my straps
To sum up all this math the product equates a fact
The more niggaz get hit the more niggaz subtract
Sitting low in this Monte Carlo
Waiting on who to follow
A renegade like Banderas they labeled me desperado
I'm switching up ammunition
Every others a hollow
Hit the switch on this carbon
Semi now turns to auto
Lose myself in this bottle
Still I'm not one to freeze
It's Carpe Diem my nigga, every moment I seize
Finger around the trigger I don't pull it I squeeze
Muzzle flash like a camera I hope you niggaz say cheese
Last vision is me with this pistol grip in my palm
Walk the valley of death while quoting the book of psalms
Moving towards the light hope its with open arms
Cause when niggaz get wrong them bullets work like a charm
Got a problem wit you niggaz
(I don't even want to talk about that shit you dig)
On god I got a problem wit you niggaz
(Ready load that bitch up get to xing y'all niggaz out)
I swear to god I got a problem wit you niggaz
(Muthafuckin people in the hood asking a nigga where they can find your ass at)
I got a problem wit you niggaz
(You already know what we about)

Written by:
JONATHAN PERCY S SAXE, STEPHENIE JONES, TEDDY GEIGER

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Walt Disney Music Company

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