Mozzy - Who Want Problems lyrics

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Mozzy - Who Want Problems lyrics

[Intro] Who want problems n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a Another headshot, dude a dead body junky [Chorus] Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us? Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us? [Verse 1] Gangland in attendance, the stick extended I was lookin' like a bum in the slum but I fixed the image Peacin' up on Crumbs for the skipper Them n***as giggled, they was tickled Feds in my lane, yeah I'm in a pickle, finna wiggle Ice tickle on me, you see the skittles, quarter million Slid to the j**eler, throw him the fiddles Red beam, scribble utensils and leave a dimple This the red team, hit like a brindle, that's off the dribble '03 eighty thang, pulled out, made him come off the nickel Sting operation, too gangster to play the middle Ask the k**ers, Mozzy has Sacramento on sizzle We official, free two gun and multiple pistols [Chorus] Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us? Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us? [Verse 2] Feelin' like the fella, all these VV's on me I used to take my prostitutes to Dee-Dee's homie Sprayin' with the woods, you get DP for it Got like five gigabytes, give me three P's for it I'm in this two seat foreign, call it fortunate for me Lil all red bottoms, finna floor up the money Bank closed, n***as know I'm at your door for the money Landlord where it's ugly, they tryna score up a skully, ooh One up top, itchy itchy, pop somethin' Lil partner think he poppin', he ain't pop nothin' One up top, itchy itchy, pop somethin' Ayy lil partner think he poppin', he ain't pop nothin' Gwap thumbin', I been rubber bandin' blocks of it The watch flooded, I spent everything I got for it Let the crackers do their job, they get a knot for it Let the crackers do their job, they get a knot for it [Chorus] Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us? Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas n***a We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us?