problems

Singer: migos

i been balling so long but i don't want no problems

keep that fn in reach

but i don't want no problems

hundred thousand worth of crosses

i don't want no problems

i know every lock on slauson

but i don't want no problems

pullin up in ysl

these young niggas got problems

they can't see me with that wooly

they gon swear it's a problem

i'm gon slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems

og bag 'pose to be in

what the world is the problem?

i'm a wrap my money it look like oprah winfrey

i'm a sell one of my mansions

everything new but the kitchen

ain't no cypher

no no wrestler

but i'm wrapping in midget

and i'm master selling them p's

now my money no limit

i got my bed up

i shed up

don't let up

no police

i'm fed up

they cannot forget us

i got your schedule

i fuck up your schedule

i shoot at your head

your dreads

they buy us

you bitches just know it's too hard to get by us

i'm not advertising but boy you can try us

i sang to your bitch and she call me mariah

i see and read everything round me but bibles

bugatti i swear

i'm not gonna hurt anybody

i swear i'm not gonna tell anybody

just get it this molly and stand right beside me

i'm with peewee longway

you know every day a long day

you know i'm not kanye

but i been rocking since the first day

i see you walking with that sack

i'm a take it like debo

me and thug in the alleyway

we hit em up below

if you tell on my partner dmingo i'm a shoot you like free throw

run up on my brother takeoff i'm a whoop you like rico

young nigga

young nigga

young nigga

my nigga keep pistols grenades and missiles

my diamonds they cold as icicles i'm trapping and making a deal like a pickle

i am the nigga you want to be

my diamonds they black just like willie b

niggas in the hood they know me

i walk around with the set

no army

porsche panamera

one button

top gone

all these bad bitches

spanish hoes

hong kong

plug hit my phone i just need a zone

birds singing like harmony but i don't need a bone

choppers and uzis

you talking

we're shooting

i'm moving my squad and my family

ain't no recruiting

i do what i do

you know i keep it true

without throwing on tru

your religion is fool

old ass money but the whip brand new

on brand new shoes

got brand new jewels

whipping that yayo

looking like mayo

it come from barbados

my wrist is tornado

i kick it like kato

hundred round drums

walking with bombs

serving the junkies they asking for crumbs

and it ain't no problem

got that revolver

think you a problem

i got to solve you

we ducking police like we felons

put two hundred on your watermelon

that's your head

or cerebellum

these fuck niggas fake niggas know that they telling

them tickets them piegons

you know that i sell them

my migo

he hit me

you know that i mail him

if thug want a pack you know i'm a let him

these fuck niggas ain't special