BXNK ROLL - Problems lyrics

(Hook: Schizo) Why these f** n***as want problems? The 2 fists, they gon' solve 'em I don't give a f** what they talkin' bout Chillin' with my crew and they smokin' on loud (Verse 1: Schizo) Everyday I'm grindin' and my dro loud While we smoke out, bring the hoes out Cuz my hope's out With these show crowds singing so loud Hope the grind counts (Hope the grind counts, n***a) I know one day ima get it f** Boys teachin', I don't wanna learn a lesson End of discussion, n***a, I ain't even flexin Got that Smith and Wesson, n***a, I don't give a sh** Never fall in love, never trippin' off a b**h Tryna get rich, as a person, never switch Got the same team, sippin' lean, Gettin' green Hit it so deep I make the hoes scream f** the Visine White b**h named Eileen, s**in' my thing While I got the Bo in the cup and I Lean My team, making hella slaps cuz I got it like that (n***a) I made it Chillin' the boys, upgraded Dreamed about the day I would scream that I made it Make a slap track, yeah n***a, I made it Hell yeah, mother f**er, that's me n***a, I'm the champ, you should give me my ring Ridin' in the Range, Straight doin' my thang Make a slap or boom bap, I ain't never gon' change [Hook] (Verse 2: YungLsAnt) (Chillin' with my k**as and they smokin' on) Got 2 clips that gon' solve em .40 with a 30 in case a n***a wants a problem f**in' with a n***a's money, n***a better have revolvers Matter of fact, better bring a whole f**in' army Shoot a k**a's shoota's you a motherf**in target And you look mad, shoulda never got me started n***a's got fake shoes, n***a, Fake Jordans Feelin' like the motherf**in' man of the party Ol' dumb lil' n***a tryna flex on a god But he ain't know Lil' bro had a pole n***a call Boo he gon' take a f**in' soul Lil' Loon get to work and he finna make a move f** with the fam, n***as already know Young Jedi in the trap, n***a know he won't go King Jake with the clack, yeah he gon' blow Got QUINTON in the back, he a real n***a too 4 of the Ac', Ima really lean out And my attitude sh**ty cuz we livin' in a drought Fold em in, co*k back, add a few rounds After sleepin' with the fishes, man, y'know he gon' drown And yeah, it's my word that I'm solid forever I'm k**in' the Ops and that's in any weather n***as want problems, we gettin' em wetter And I am the best, you won't get any better Yeah [Hook]