Problems

[Chorus: YSN Ourt & 1kFat]
I walk in I brought the mob in
Timmy, Batman, and my niggas we robbin'
Hold my trigger finger thriven
Spray paint his whip if he claim its a problem
And I got that Glock in my dinner jeans
If I'd ever, imma blow it
Heat his ass like a toaster
Put that nigga on a poster

[Verse 1: YSN Ourt]
Fuck me a girl I want me a mill, no Netflix and chill
Stop callin' my phone, bitch i'm still in the field
I don't got no service I'm high on the heel
Bitch, we for real get pop like a pill
I can't drop my still
If it ain't 7 figures I can't sign that deal
If we spinning the block than we go for the kill
Got my horse keep my soul 62 did it for real
They like why you still got that glocky
Cause too many opps wanna pop me
All black whip tryna dodge paparazzi
No you can't get a pic you's a thottiе
In amiri jeans, Ima talk my shit
She can face this dick and I chokе that bitch
Like a blind man walking Ima keep my stick
No bayblade on me I'ma rip his shit

[Chorus: YSN Ourt & 1kFat]
I walk in I brought the mob in
Timmy, Batman, and my niggas we robbin'
Hold my trigger finger thriven
Spray paint his whip if he claim its a problem
And I got that Glock in my dinner jeans
If I'd ever, imma blow it
Heat his ass like a toaster
Put that nigga on a poster

[Verse 2: 1kFat]
Slide out of tire who'll gon' pop my stick
These niggas hating, they know I'm legit
Put a opp in the back when I rode that bitch
Put a cock in a Glock and blow that bitch
And they call me ho cause I smash that bitch
You ain't never met a young nigga drive like this
Baby I'm bigged up pocking this bitch
Catch a opp in the paint and I'm blocking his shit
Do the dash on 12 high speed
Illegal, I ride without license
I lie to detectives, not me
Get me out of this jam like god please
I caught me a pound, it's lit now
I smoke all the zip and I'm dissing the pawns out
I turn your smile to a frown now
You niggas play crazy we dissing the rounds out

[Chorus: YSN Ourt & 1kFat]
I walk in I brought the mob in
Timmy, Batman, and my niggas we robbin'
Hold my trigger finger thriven
Spray paint his whip if he claim its a problem
And I got that Glock in my dinner jeans
If I'd ever, imma blow it
Heat his ass like a toaster
Put that nigga on a poster