Problems by Sethii Shmactt Lyrics
[Intro]
(Sean John made this beat?)
(F-f-fuck the other shit, we got Milo on the beat)
[Verse 1]
Big dope got me smacked, I'ma roll that (I'ma roll that)
Homie got the stick, wanna trip, he gon' blow that (He gon' blow that)
I'ma get that bag out your bitch and her hoe ass (How bitch)
You ain't really livin' what you rap and you know that (Ayy)
I just made eight bands off a re-rock it (Off a re-rock it)
Poppin' thirty back to back, got me sleep walkin'
I be rude to the bitch, you be sweet talkin'
Hit it from the back, got your main bitch beatboxin' (Ayy)
I'ma spend that bag just to get it back (Just to get it back)
I just ran off on the plug, he can't get it back
Tryna run it up so I'ma flip that (Ayy)
Quit that (Ayy), you ain't speakin' money (Ayy), fuck the chitchat
[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
If you ain't gettin' any money, that's a problem
Ballin', I got .40 on me, where the problems? (Problems)
I just fucked her off a perky now she callin'
Fallin' for bitches, that's never been my problem (Never)
I'm a joint, you can ask about me (Ayy)
I really made it outta nothin' so they had to doubt me (Ayy)
But I'm fuckin' on his bitch, now he mad about me (Bitch)
Any problem, [?] won't get a pass about me
I get money everyday, you on broke shit
Hoe shit, spendin' money on her? She a hoe bitch (She a hoe)
On tour we had some questions, I don't know shit
I made a half a million, lil' nigga, 'cause I'm focused
[Verse 3]
Big hunnids, big fifties, big dubs (Huh)
Fuck around and blow a thou' just because
Niggas talkin' 'bout some money, get none
You too worried 'bout a bitch, not really focused on your funds
Talkin' greazy on the gang, is you dumb?
Mob layin' on my niggas, I bust just for fun
.45's or AR's, pick one
If I can live by the word, he guarantee to kick one
Bitch, I let my chains hang, never ice tuckin'
Niggas muggin' 'cause they main bitches aren't fuckin' (Ayy)
And I'ma fuck her off a bean but before I give her back, I let her yuck up the team
[Verse 4]
Ayy, ayy
I'll flip yo' bitch 'fore you get her back ('Fore you get her back)
Every time I leave the crib, bitch, I get a bag (I get a bag)
If I ran up on you, you can't get shit back (Can't get shit back)
I'on internet beef, bitch, I tote them straps
[?], I'll make your bitch booty clap (Make it clap, huh)
Put this thing in your purse, I know you new to that
Want smoke? I ain't hidin', niggas know where I'm at (Know where I'm at)
Shoutout to my .45, it always have my back
Talkin' crazy, talkin' dumb, I'll get him whacked
No trace on me, bitch, no strings attached (No, no)
Tryna hop in my whip 'cause it's oh so fast
Hell nah, you a bum, bitch, you got no cash
(Sean John made this beat?)
(F-f-fuck the other shit, we got Milo on the beat)
[Verse 1]
Big dope got me smacked, I'ma roll that (I'ma roll that)
Homie got the stick, wanna trip, he gon' blow that (He gon' blow that)
I'ma get that bag out your bitch and her hoe ass (How bitch)
You ain't really livin' what you rap and you know that (Ayy)
I just made eight bands off a re-rock it (Off a re-rock it)
Poppin' thirty back to back, got me sleep walkin'
I be rude to the bitch, you be sweet talkin'
Hit it from the back, got your main bitch beatboxin' (Ayy)
I'ma spend that bag just to get it back (Just to get it back)
I just ran off on the plug, he can't get it back
Tryna run it up so I'ma flip that (Ayy)
Quit that (Ayy), you ain't speakin' money (Ayy), fuck the chitchat
[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
If you ain't gettin' any money, that's a problem
Ballin', I got .40 on me, where the problems? (Problems)
I just fucked her off a perky now she callin'
Fallin' for bitches, that's never been my problem (Never)
I'm a joint, you can ask about me (Ayy)
I really made it outta nothin' so they had to doubt me (Ayy)
But I'm fuckin' on his bitch, now he mad about me (Bitch)
Any problem, [?] won't get a pass about me
I get money everyday, you on broke shit
Hoe shit, spendin' money on her? She a hoe bitch (She a hoe)
On tour we had some questions, I don't know shit
I made a half a million, lil' nigga, 'cause I'm focused
[Verse 3]
Big hunnids, big fifties, big dubs (Huh)
Fuck around and blow a thou' just because
Niggas talkin' 'bout some money, get none
You too worried 'bout a bitch, not really focused on your funds
Talkin' greazy on the gang, is you dumb?
Mob layin' on my niggas, I bust just for fun
.45's or AR's, pick one
If I can live by the word, he guarantee to kick one
Bitch, I let my chains hang, never ice tuckin'
Niggas muggin' 'cause they main bitches aren't fuckin' (Ayy)
And I'ma fuck her off a bean but before I give her back, I let her yuck up the team
[Verse 4]
Ayy, ayy
I'll flip yo' bitch 'fore you get her back ('Fore you get her back)
Every time I leave the crib, bitch, I get a bag (I get a bag)
If I ran up on you, you can't get shit back (Can't get shit back)
I'on internet beef, bitch, I tote them straps
[?], I'll make your bitch booty clap (Make it clap, huh)
Put this thing in your purse, I know you new to that
Want smoke? I ain't hidin', niggas know where I'm at (Know where I'm at)
Shoutout to my .45, it always have my back
Talkin' crazy, talkin' dumb, I'll get him whacked
No trace on me, bitch, no strings attached (No, no)
Tryna hop in my whip 'cause it's oh so fast
Hell nah, you a bum, bitch, you got no cash