Blood Orange - Margiela Problems lyrics

[Intro: MadeinTYO] Yeah, flex up What up Troop? (Ooh, you so Dwn2Earth) Yeah, ooh [Chorus: MadeinTYO] I got a Margiela problem (Ooh) Gucci, it slide across marble, uh Louis duffle with the cargo, uh Sorry, I'll f** you tomorrow, uh (Skrrt) I got a bag to pick up, uh (Skrrt) Haters be mad, so what? (Yeah) He want the smoke, pull up, uh (Okay) All of my sh** be tough, ayy (Skrrt) I got a Margiela problem, uh Gucci, it slide across marble, uh Louis duffle with the cargo, uh (Ooh) Sorry, I'll f** you tomorrow, uh (Skrrt, skrrt) I got a bag to pick up, uh (Skrrt, skrrt) Haters be mad, so what? Uh He want the smoke, pull up, uh (Ooh) All of my sh** be tough, yeah [Verse 1: MadeinTYO] TYO dragon, my n***as (Yeah, yeah) Never turn back on my n***as (No) I should just cap on you n***as (No) Throwin' them racks on my n***as (What?) Throwin' them racks on them strippers (Yeah) St. Laurent purse for my b**h (Yeah) If I jump on it, it hit, uh (Okay) Wave Runners on, sh**, uh (Yeah) Green, yeah, green, yeah Like I'm on Yoda, man Green, yeah, green, yeah Like on the Yoda man Green, yeah, green, yeah Like on the Yoda man Green, yeah, green, yeah Green, yeah, green, yeah [Chorus: MadeinTYO] I got a Margiela problem (Ooh) Gucci, it slide across marble, uh Louis duffle with the cargo, uh Sorry, I'll f** you tomorrow, uh (Skrrt) I got a bag to pick up, uh (Skrrt) Haters be mad, so what? (Yeah) He want the smoke, pull up, uh (Okay) All of my sh** be tough, ayy (Skrrt) I got a Margiela problem, uh Gucci, it slide across marble, uh Louis duffle with the cargo, uh (Ooh) Sorry, I'll f** you tomorrow, uh (Skrrt, skrrt) I got a bag to pick up, uh (Skrrt, skrrt) Haters be mad, so what? Uh He want the smoke, pull up, uh (Ooh) All of my sh** be tough, yeah [Verse 2: Blood Orange] I just wanna try (Ayy, ayy) Said she can vibe on my dime Ayy, switchblade, they changed Tryna decide if I want the name change Ayy, ayy She was the one told me to go away I think that it's just enough of gameplay Diamonds is shinin' and I think I'm safe Clinks the case of who relates to fame And so that no one gives a f** about a state of mind Your rendering in of is so complete You go and get so hellhole Smoke bowls, a-holes will bring you down [Chorus: MadeinTYO] I got a Margiela problem (Ooh) Gucci, it slide across marble, uh Louis duffle with the cargo, uh Sorry, I'll f** you tomorrow, uh (Skrrt) I got a bag to pick up, uh (Skrrt) Haters be mad, so what? (Yeah) He want the smoke, pull up, uh (Okay) All of my sh** be tough, ayy (Skrrt) I got a Margiela problem, uh Gucci, it slide across marble, uh Louis duffle with the cargo, uh (Ooh) Sorry, I'll f** you tomorrow, uh (Skrrt, skrrt) I got a bag to pick up, uh (Skrrt, skrrt) Haters be mad, so what? Uh He want the smoke, pull up, uh (Ooh) All of my sh** be tough