Spodee - Problems lyrics

[Intro:] f** ya'll n***a want with a n***a like me man Eat you n***a for dinner I'm all on er partner [Hook:] Don't get it f**ed up Don't get it f**ed up You know you don't want these problems n***a, you know you don't want these problems n***a, don't get it f**ed up Don't get it f**ed up You know you don't want these problems n***a, you know you don't want these problems [Verse 1: T.I.] I got a snubnose for you f** hoes Steady talkin, til 5 b**h you ain't gon board though I'm a gangsta b**h, we aimin like you ain't tonight I ain't ridin with that 5, Shawty show you're right Me slip, like how? On the low between us, I'm strapped right now Yeah, fed case ain't nothing to me I'm a AK, know that when you run into me Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me I'm fresh out for some these n***as, they big dummies to me Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play Have yo head in my hallway for 100K [Bridge: T.I.] If you know it or you don't n***a, this ain't what you want Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home If you know it or you don't n***a, this ain't what you want Think cause I went the prison I won't put this pistol to yo dome? [Hook: Mac Boney] Don't get it f**ed up Don't get it f**ed up You know you don't want these problems n***a, you know you don't want these problems n***a, don't get it f**ed up Don't get it f**ed up You know you don't want these problems n***a, you know you don't want these problems [Verse 2: B.o.B] It's funny how n***as get hype when they get on stage with a mic You know I see em bitin the style cool, they still can't deliver it right I've been k**in this sh** for so long, I don't remember the height What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, They ain't really bout that life No lie on this mike, chillin with habitual who*es Hit er with the hammer like Thor This ain't no Ford, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window of the 25th floor Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord See I'm headin where you ain't never been We are not the same and that's evident I make flexin just look so effortless Hit that celery till I'm hella bit See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate And they ain't hesitant, not at all For a n***a with a proper drawl, she give me that box like the post office dropped it off, and that's real [Bridge: T.I.] If you know it or you don't n***a, this ain't what you want Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home If you know it or you don't n***a, this ain't what you want Think cause I went the prison I won't put this pistol to yo dome? [Hook: Mac Boney] Don't get it f**ed up Don't get it f**ed up You know you don't want these problems n***a, you know you don't want these problems n***a, don't get it f**ed up Don't get it f**ed up You know you don't want these problems n***a, you know you don't want these problems [Verse 3: Problem] Damn no Tip, I got these hoes Live it way, got a sake pose Covered it like wear ladies flows New York b**h, real lady clothes Put em all now, real n***a act Better put it now You better go for the Oscars Cause impostors will get whack n***as that's mobsters That ain't playing that n***as wanna sleep, I lay em down Shinin', you see the ray around, no recess in this circle We don't play around With my zig-zags I J down this motherf**er real quick Cause life be her b**h Will I'm gon serve hers big dick Boy this Compton, driving lane Me and ya'll, it's bout the same Same n***a without the game Keep sh**, it ain't potty trained Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game So... break bread with the real bruh Make sure you live life till it k** ya Drop another molly in my tequila Till my life in my dreams looks familiar [Hook: Mac Boney ] Don't get it f**ed up Don't get it f**ed up You know you don't want these problems n***a, you know you don't want these problems n***a, don't get it f**ed up Don't get it f**ed up You know you don't want these problems n***a, you know you don't want these problems [Verse 4: Trae tha Truth] Off the drama and I'm back n***a Still a king and that's a fact n***a f** talkin, I'm that n***a That's one deep, no pact n***a Bad boy, no act n***a No internet, but I'm at n***as New McLaren, all black n***a That's front sealed up like Shaq n***a In the game but don't play round Try this sh** with me – you get layed down I stick and move, I don't stay round Make the hardest n***a turn greyhound I don't talk the talk, I just run sh** How you think you're me but ain't done sh** Could go bananas on some sh** I keep a team on that dumb sh** I keep a strap that just might clap Money low and I might trap Yea I'm on it, f** my opponent He run up on me, I might snap Got me feelin like f** em I'm face to face, I don't duck em My heat in hand, I don't tuck em I don't body bag em, I stuff em With hot sh**, hot sh** Yea I'm talkin bout hot sh** With heavy metal, I rock sh** Til showin bove but you not sh** I go for real, just ask Tip I green light my clique trip Six n***as hoppin out one whip Go to reconstructing your whole hip [Hook: Mac Boney] Don't get it f**ed up Don't get it f**ed up You know you don't want these problems n***a, you know you don't want these problems n***a, don't get it f**ed up Don't get it f**ed up You know you don't want these problems n***a, you know you don't want these problems [Verse 5: Young Dro] I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner b**h leave me I'm a take everything from er Please try a n***a where I'm from with that drama So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama Let me find out, you layin on me for riches Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen One o' your eye balls on the stove, the other missin I think his head exploded, that n***a teeth in the dishes Hey when you learned that as pong I learned this sh** in the trenches I am at a n***a just like Twitter, follow my mentions 4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission [Bridge: T.I.] If you know it or you don't n***a, this ain't what you want Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home If you know it or you don't n***a, this ain't what you want Think cause I went the prison I won't put this pistol to yo dome? [Hook: Mac Boney] Don't get it f**ed up Don't get it f**ed up You know you don't want these problems n***a, you know you don't want these problems n***a, don't get it f**ed up Don't get it f**ed up You know you don't want these problems n***a, you know you don't want these problems