Horseshoe G.A.N.G - No Problems lyrics

[Julius] We the f**in' best, f** who disagree I got my firearms out in the open with arms wide open, I'm a different creed Y'all too far from going in, that's going too far I ain't gotta say names, you n***as know who you are We bringin' drama back Somebody said G rap ain't cool no more, tell G it comin' back Don't need an almanac to see where COB is at We on the West, sleep in Dodger caps, n***a we redefinin' rap If a young rapper pop off, I stick my D knee-deep In his momma's snatch in her Pontiac with the seats reclined in back If an old rapper wanna flex, I go one-on-one with his daughter Homie, I ain't speakin' Kyla Pratt We bring the pain, when you hear "outchea" we out here Players get outplayed, even your cheerleaders get out cheered Paper chaser, on them racks like a coat hook Mixtape Monthly Volume 6 n***a, no hooks [Demetrius] You got too many 'yes men', I blow your a** to No Man's Land Me and my brothers going HAM, call us Brohams, damn Hold up, you pay the price f**in' with the God of War yeah It holocaustly to cross me, call it warfare You should never bet a sword head You rather put the pedal to the metal floor and wreck your Chevy Corvette Cuz my metaphors teleport you to Heaven's doorstep That's how I settle scores, your d**h will settle your debt I been waitin' til the cows come home to get dissed But the beef ain't made it to a n***a door yet Cuz they don't wanna beef with thugs or see some slugs They want a flying nun, none of the above We keep goin' in, it's Debo and them I think they in that 'Gangsta M.C.' mode again The Beretta wet a competitor's sweater up Never f** with a predator that shoots better than Kevin Love [Kenny] We been doin' this for 6 months n***a We ain't drop no weak sh** once n***a For others this task would be a bit much n***a Those who don't appreciate it, dick s** n***a We know what we do to beats We don't need for you to speak Should reach through the screen and smack you out of your computer seat For your bad review, especially when the music's free n***as talkin' stupid like the Shoes ain't what we used to be Do the sh** beautifully, Horseshoe hella hot You don't f** with Shoes, what the f** are you, a nelipot? Anyway, this weed is all on my breath All on my flesh, call me a chef, you can smell the pot K-E-double-N [?], every single day he stumble in [?] I'm not the guy to try, in case you thinkin' should I Well go on, I'm thinkin' you should die, should I go on?