HBRenzo - Problem lyrics

[Intro Dez Curry:] Curry Man you know I'm too #Fettied in this b**h Renzo waddup Uh Look [Verse 1- Dez Curry] I said do you have a problem Kuz I'm in that foreign thang See yo b**h looking boy, guarantee she like my chain Probably see a n***a 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 f** 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 n***as 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 f**in #FettyGang Got n***as shook kuz we a problem And I won't stop till I get a mill Forget a deal b**h 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 b**h [Interlude - DreamTeam Fari] Yeah n***a It's the #FettyGang in this b**h 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 b**hes wet Give me bout a month and Ima have to drop a jet n***as tryna k** me kuz a n***a fresh to d**h No referees but I know some n***as quick to grab that tec Man why you wan't these problems? f** 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 n***a feeling really lucky now Ima call his b**h 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 f** around I be smoking loud b**h a couple pounds We gone hit the store up grab some swishers break em down Uh They say its levels to this sh** boy And we don't even f** with ham boy Haa