Problems

[Intro]
A-Town (A-Town)
Yeah!
LT Moe on this motherfuckin' track, nigga
GMM
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
A lotta niggas talkin' that bullshit, huh
[?]
Come on! Come on! Come on!

[Verse 1]
Where you from? I'm from the A [?]
[?] all mine is paid for
Hit the block it's like, "there they go"
Keep the hands on the stressor
They'll show you what TECs do
Them boys is drama driven, raised by the system, listen
They bust to survive, your squad be bustin' for recognition
Frontin' and ass kissin', industry pussy nigga
They [?] before it get to the cookie, nigga
[?] around here, don't bring your ass down herе
Niggas have a tendency to act up and clown hеre
[?] get down here
Bright white, dark brown [?] money [?]
You already know what it is, playa, APD can't save ya
Your time's up, flatline, shorty, see ya later
No amount of favors, no amount of paper
Can stop the inevitable death of a [?]

[Hook]
And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it
They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it
So save all that drama, them boys tote armor
I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama
And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it
They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it
So save all that drama, them boys tote armor
I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama

[Verse 2]
News is real, folk, you don't wanna make it on that
Them dangerous niggas [?]
[?] sorry, or my bad, shit
The skull is split wide open for some dumb ass shit
Young whippersnapper, flappin' his lips
[?] they marksmen homes, they don't miss
Cops come, they don't snitch
No witnesses at the crime scene
Just your body leakin' there, y'nahmean?
The lights go off, pimp, the sharks come out
Things bang out, bust till your brains hang out
Come to your house, sittin' on your porch where you live
Wait until you come back to the crib, I'm tryna tell ya
This ain't 'bout no rap song, it's real life
Can't nobody tell ya what gettin' killed feel like
The trill is trill, the fake is fake
And they don't make bulletproof vests for your face
Yeah!

[Hook]
And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it
They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it
So save all that drama, them boys tote armor
I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama
And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it
They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it
So save all that drama, them boys tote armor
I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama
And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it
They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it
So save all that drama, them boys tote armor
I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama
And you don't want problems, bitch nigga believe it
They hands is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it
So save all that drama, them boys tote armor
I'll have ya layin' dead right in front of your mama