Saint the Goodboy - Problems lyrics

[Produced by Saint the Goodboy] [Intro: Dally Auston] Pull a gun on me [Hook: Dally Auston] Tell me what the f** it's gon' be n***as ain't violent, n***as real silent Tell me what the f** it's gon' be n***as ain't violent, n***as real silent Tell me what the f** it's gon' be Tell me what the f** it's gon' be [Bridge: Dally Auston] Gon' be Violent, silent Gon' be Violent, silent Gon' be Gon' be [Verse 1: Dally Auston] And if I live I keep it private And on my N.O. why she tellin' me to solve it? And when you rich them n***as you don't want no problem And if I die then that's word just to my mama Take a n***a's soul right before he take my liver Saw it in his a**, he ain't really have it in him I'll tell you 'bout a ghost if you tell me 'bout a liver Have you ever seen the barrel of the bottom of your wishes? Tell me what it's gon' be, guns on me Know the army my G's, pray the Lord I keep f** you don't owe me, middle finger OP k** a n***a my sleep, Freddy Kruger OG Be a OG, tell a n***a 'bout me Tell a n***a 'bout me Pull that trigger on me Pull that trigger on me [Hook: Dally Auston] [Verse 2: Brian Fresco] Murk a p**y, n***a keep it silent Clean his bank account, cop a island Say I'm never hidin' Catch a n***a ridin', vibin' f** her, keep it private Only on my phone when I slide in Weed in my blunt like sirens Loud like tires, SKRRT off after that violence She ain't really used to that action A fool for the love, Frankie Lymon Off with the timin' Goin' cause I'm shinin', don't get tossed out the limelight Got a couple fine dykes, say they don't Usually, but for me, they a bagpipe Send her to the room for the act right, never cuddle Right back to the cash life, swear I was a king in my past life But I think we hit the Golden Era like last night Better know the curve right, flippin', call me Garrett Ice Countin' dollars precise [Hook: Dally Auston] [Outro: Brian Fresco (Dally Auston)] You don't really want no problems (no problems) f**in' revolver (violent) Problem solver (silent) Eat that sawed off 'til you call it (Gonna be) Separate his head from his neck like [?] (violent) Dahmer, Jeffery Dahmer (silent) (What the f** it's gon' be) Mothaf**in' karma (Gonna be) That armor, b**h