6orilla M6Ri - Problem (feat. KvngLato)

You dont want no problem
I got the tool, on me ill solve em
Send them apes on ya ass
They'll drop ya
Tell ya fam
Meet you in the coffin
Aye aye
You dont want no problem
Wipe ya ass off the map
They cant find ya
Call amber
She cant alert ya
If is beef, then nigga imma serve ya

Nigga send a blitz
Im like vick (Try to rob, imma get out) (Vick scrambling ability)
Had to set a clock
Now its ticking (My homies coming back) (Qb knowing he cant hold the ball too long)
My nigga want his stripe
Ready to blow the whistle (My homie ready to earn his respect) (Like a referee)
Most these niggas pussy
They hide their whiskers
Real rough nigga
Aint shit tender
Always been one of the realest
Never a pretender (Always a real one, never had to fake it)
Top spot, top shot
No contender
Mix em up
Put em in the blinder

Now im on the scene
Pussy what you gone do
Im on yo ass
Target on yo back, like glue
Bullet in his head
Not one, but two
Brain spilt out
Now his head see thru
Gotta drop, now my hittas
Finna flee the scene
Release the vultures
Now the crime scene, spot free
Call the lawyer
Yea get em up off me
Tried to put me in those gates
But im walking free

You dont want no problem
I got the tool, on me ill solve em
Send them apes on ya ass
They'll drop ya
Tell ya fam
Meet you in the coffin
Aye aye
You dont want no problem
Wipe ya ass off the map
They cant find ya
Call amber
She cant alert ya
If is beef, then nigga imma serve ya
Aye, aye

We had to run it back
I'll pad my stats (meaning our second verse, Easy game aka stat game)
My dog in the press
With a scope (In the press box, with a sniper)
They want murder game
Ion think they keeping score (We bout to run it up)
Highlight the screen
Nigga whole clip
(Watch the highlights on the jumbotron and/or Light the stadium up with the clip)
Had to churn his salsa
Then we had to drip (Celebration like a touchdown and/or Let em have it, then left)
Southside nigga
Yea, i got a gift
Cant reach my peak (My top)
Cant touch my cliff (My fall off)
My dog will let it ring
Just to to clear the air (My homie will justify it, if necessary)
Yea, yea

Say these move niggas snake
And they counterfeit
Now his body
White chalk, on the cement
Had to take him out
Aint nobody creepin
Body in the grave
Now his soul sleeping
Gotta be there for my fam
Gotta make it out
Got my brothers
Quick to pull them straps out
Not kimbo
But ill leave his ass knocked out
Say he pussy
Then tell that bitch nigga pop out

You dont want no problem
I got the tool, on me ill solve em
Send them apes on ya ass
They'll drop ya
Tell ya fam
Meet you in the coffin
Aye aye
You dont want no problem
Wipe ya ass off the map
They cant find ya
Call amber
She cant alert ya
If is beef, then nigga imma serve ya
Aye, aye

Written by:
Amanda Chapo, Amari Wiliams

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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