Problem by #TheFettyGang Lyrics
[Intro Dez Curry:]
Curry
Man you know I'm too #Fettied in this bitch
Renzo waddup
Uh
Look
[Verse 1- Dez Curry]
I said do you have a problem
Kuz I'm in that foreign thang
See yo bitch looking boy, guarantee she like my chain
Probably see a nigga high as hell tryna change lanes
Tryna switch up teams and run back; Lebron James
Hell naw she foolin' cuz, and you the one that's wifing that
Looking stupid in the club, hollering where my wifey at
She whisper dirty things in my ear, and I'm liking that
You see yo' cinnamon ??? tryna choose and you fighting that
Feeling on the inside cuz was really digging her
She steady taking shots over here while I'm spinning her
I'm just tryna fuck her on the low with no feelings sir
Talking bout you had bands, damn cuz you is a purp
[Verse 2- HBRenzo]
Off top
Man do these niggas got a problem
Put that green up in my swisher I be smoking on that goblin
Only dropped one mixtape and now they asking for a album
It's the fuckin #FettyGang
Got niggas shook kuz we a problem
And I won't stop till I get a mill
Forget a deal bitch I'm underground
Rainy days on my side of town you can tell by how that thunder sound
When I pop up with my top up bet all the hoes gone top us
#FettyGang we ain't never sleep
Young Kings so it's time to eat
Bitch
[Interlude - DreamTeam Fari]
Yeah Nigga
It's the #FettyGang in this bitch
You know how we do when we get in the booth
(Kidd Calii)uh huh
Calii talk to em
[Verse 3 - Kidd Calii]
Uh
I say half court shots so you know them bitches wet
Give me bout a month and Ima have to drop a jet
Niggas tryna kill me kuz a nigga fresh to death
No referees but I know some niggas quick to grab that tec
Man why you wan't these problems?
Fuck it I don't care
Ima pull up to yo crib, I hope yo mother there
I'm banging on yo door I hear you coming down the stairs
Mama answer the door she say "Jeremy ain't here"
Haa
I guess this nigga feeling really lucky now
Ima call his bitch up and Ima dick her down
Catch me riding through yo city with a hundred rounds
I be with them Fetty Boys and they don't fuck around
I be smoking loud bitch a couple pounds
We gone hit the store up grab some swishers break em down
Uh
They say its levels to this shit boy
And we don't even fuck with ham boy
Haa
Curry
Man you know I'm too #Fettied in this bitch
Renzo waddup
Uh
Look
[Verse 1- Dez Curry]
I said do you have a problem
Kuz I'm in that foreign thang
See yo bitch looking boy, guarantee she like my chain
Probably see a nigga high as hell tryna change lanes
Tryna switch up teams and run back; Lebron James
Hell naw she foolin' cuz, and you the one that's wifing that
Looking stupid in the club, hollering where my wifey at
She whisper dirty things in my ear, and I'm liking that
You see yo' cinnamon ??? tryna choose and you fighting that
Feeling on the inside cuz was really digging her
She steady taking shots over here while I'm spinning her
I'm just tryna fuck her on the low with no feelings sir
Talking bout you had bands, damn cuz you is a purp
[Verse 2- HBRenzo]
Off top
Man do these niggas got a problem
Put that green up in my swisher I be smoking on that goblin
Only dropped one mixtape and now they asking for a album
It's the fuckin #FettyGang
Got niggas shook kuz we a problem
And I won't stop till I get a mill
Forget a deal bitch I'm underground
Rainy days on my side of town you can tell by how that thunder sound
When I pop up with my top up bet all the hoes gone top us
#FettyGang we ain't never sleep
Young Kings so it's time to eat
Bitch
[Interlude - DreamTeam Fari]
Yeah Nigga
It's the #FettyGang in this bitch
You know how we do when we get in the booth
(Kidd Calii)uh huh
Calii talk to em
[Verse 3 - Kidd Calii]
Uh
I say half court shots so you know them bitches wet
Give me bout a month and Ima have to drop a jet
Niggas tryna kill me kuz a nigga fresh to death
No referees but I know some niggas quick to grab that tec
Man why you wan't these problems?
Fuck it I don't care
Ima pull up to yo crib, I hope yo mother there
I'm banging on yo door I hear you coming down the stairs
Mama answer the door she say "Jeremy ain't here"
Haa
I guess this nigga feeling really lucky now
Ima call his bitch up and Ima dick her down
Catch me riding through yo city with a hundred rounds
I be with them Fetty Boys and they don't fuck around
I be smoking loud bitch a couple pounds
We gone hit the store up grab some swishers break em down
Uh
They say its levels to this shit boy
And we don't even fuck with ham boy
Haa