No Problem

[Intro: Gibby Stites]
Don't want no problem! Yeah!
Don’t want no problem! Ok!
Hit 'em in the heart Charlie!

[Verse 1: Gibby Stites]
You don't want no problem, you’re smokey, then we Robinson
When you hear that hootie hoo, that means that we gotta run
Got three personalities, you don't wanna bother them
First we do the competition dirty then we mop ‘em up
Beat the beat up like a Rock'em Sock'em, bottom droppin' 'em
All the pain that bottled up, wait 'til the day that I erupt
These rappers yappin' need a rod to puff and a cock to suck
Pulled out the red octagon but no, there ain’t no stoppin’ 'em
You really don’t know how it's really gon' go
When my voice get gruff that's my billy goat flow
When the bridge get closed I’m killing these hoes
It's fuck the game when she billing info
GIB is a synonym for a killer and yes I've been in this ho
Better get the info for each party that throw shade
Then I get shown and you gettin' exposed
Everything you say's a lie, cause assholes they say goodbye
You won't get away this time, I've got a mind that's made for crime
Stabilize the underground and in return they plagiarize
Let me get my Scooby Snack cuz I see beneath they disguise

[Chorus: Gibby Stites]
Don't want no problem! You don't want no problem
You're smokey, then we Robinson (You're smokey then we Robinson)
Don't want no problem! You don't want no problem! When you hear that hootie hoo, that mean that we gotta run
Don't want no problem! You don't want no problem
You're smokey, then we Robinson (You're smokey then we Robinson)
Don't want no problem! You don't want no problem! When you hear that hootie hoo, that mean that we gotta run

[Verse 2: Gibby Stites]
Yeah I'm back, applaud the sluts, GIB gon' rile 'em up
I've been on my solo steez, ain't nobody that I can trust
Labels wanna sign 'em, ugh, you can suck on my two nuts
I don't got a soul to sell so you gon' have to find another
Motherfucker you can bribe, you've been lied to, move along
All these labels getting comfy tryna make us do they job
I got fans who bumpin' from the U.S. out to Yugoslav
Stock is up, I'm more fire, I ain't talkin' U-Alarm
Tryna bark like you a dog, you ain't got no bite at all
I snap while you be bitin' lyrics straight up out my catalog
Y'all attached like paddleball, forever going back and forth
I got a tennis racket palm, I'ma smack 'em all
Hit 'em all though, bitch back off hoe, it's all good but this that awful
Scripture written with a carving tool inscribed in ancient marble
I've been on a steady climb, they wish I would slip and fall though
Rhyming grimy, flipping pages, tryna find me, bitch I'm all though

[Outro]
Don't want no problem