KeMo - Problems lyrics

[Verse 1: Kemo] Ugh I'm screaming p**y check the background This ain't wrestling I still lay the smack down So f** shank beef I bring the strap round Busy on the Lizzie I seen more than a red band There's always broke n***as saying they wanna dead man And start snitching when them boy see the fed van You're not on it still following them man Better hit the floor when you pussies see my leng man One G don't need no ten man And it's certified he's gonna let seven bang That's six in your body one in your melon Chilling with my n***as counting money, smoking lemon Ugh I'm from the Eastside With a bad B I call hun 'cah she fly She's a ride or die pa** the ting let me deep fry Let the heat fly leave you on the street side Ready getting money with my n***as f** a cheap boy Where I'm from if you get caught it's peak boy Twenty-five eight no sleep boy My Roleys submariner life deep boy Can't slip when you're living in the sea boy Only time I go to the bottom is to the weed boy Sunday in a trap house cutting shapes no aquarium b**hes on my Rolex why'd you think I'm wearing it Ugh tell that p**y keep staring then Big four-fizzy you'll be staring then co*k it back and blaow where he went All my n***as on some scary ting Ugh So they know this Chilling on the blocks on my own tip [Verse 2:Potter Payper] We get money so we celebrating Cos I was dead broke I was devastated Now you could get a box on some MMA ting Or you could get dropped relegated In the trap house cutting down a load of punk Only reason you got peng 'cah we sold you one Don't bother asking what the soldier done Terry tried coming with five pennies and a load of ones So I sent him back i'm on an extensive trap I got lemon like Lemsip packs I was up in Ayelsbury working on my chest and back Now i'm fresh home just looking for a lengthy stack Still gotta dodge jakes Cah I still got zed shots selling like hotcakes I was up in Chelmsford working on the hot plate Potters on some sh** like a prostate Nought seven gram shots looking like frost flakes And i got dirt wraps colour of Beyonce The line fires on an off day that's a 3000 Andre You ain't Jim Conway I get long money I don't get that sh** the long way Cah my line bangs on an off day Dargy on an on day listen that's an Andre Andre 3000 i'm on the roads like i need housing I run the bush I don't beat round it I'm in the deep end but who's drowning Long money imma keep counting