Styles P - What's The Problem lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, it's the heart is out Cut you up, throw you out on the day I put the garbage out In the Glad bag or the Hefty, shoot with the lefty Nobody test me, told you I'll cut cla** Bruise from your ear to your mustache f** around, n***a you'll be swallowin' crushed gla** Back on my hard sh**, back on my yard sh** Back on my scarred sh** Thirty sets a day still hatin' the bar sh** Nice with a hawk like a Navy Seal, who is the target? Make the walls look likes it's red paint, red rug Need a little love, n***a get you a lead hug My bullets gon' frap, gun in my backpack f** all the chit chat, my sh** got kicked back Your face I split that, kickin' in the door ask 'em "Where is the bricks at?" n***a [Chorus] What the f** is the problem? What the f** is the problem? What the f** is the problem? n***as is gettin' shot down (X4) [Verse 2] I don't give a f** if he's famous Still knock the one shotgun to his an*s Then to his kneecap, then to his shoulder Soldier, should of read my file or folder I'm colder than Antarctica or Alaska The blaster, you don't need a rocket I'll get you to NASA I told you ain't nobody nicer, f** with the shyster You gettin' sliced up I ain't finished yet, this only my start up Catch him outside then I'm shootin' his car up Tell him sayonara there's no more tomorrow No more today now, go 'head lay down Pop, pop, pop, n***a go 'head stay down We don't play clown, this ain't the circus You makin' me nervous, what is your purpose? One more move it's your funeral service [Chorus]