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(Hook: Schizo)
Why these fuck niggas want problems?
The 2 fists, they gon’ solve ’em
I don’t give a fuck what they talkin’ bout
Chillin’ with my crew and they smokin’ on loud
(Verse 1: Schizo)
Everyday I’m grindin’ and my dro loud
While we smoke out, bring the hoes out
Cuz my hope’s out
With these show crowds singing so loud
Hope the grind counts (Hope the grind counts, nigga)
I know one day ima get it
Fuck Boys teachin’, I don’t wanna learn a lesson
End of discussion, nigga, I ain’t even flexin
Got that Smith and Wesson, nigga, I don’t give a shit
Never fall in love, never trippin’ off a bitch
Tryna get rich, as a person, never switch
Got the same team, sippin’ lean, Gettin’ green
Hit it so deep I make the hoes scream
Fuck the Visine
White bitch named Eileen, suckin’ my thing
While I got the Bo in the cup and I Lean
My team, making hella slaps cuz I got it like that
(Nigga) I made it
Chillin’ the boys, upgraded
Dreamed about the day I would scream that I made it
Make a slap track, yeah nigga, I made it
Hell yeah, mother fucker, that’s me
Nigga, I’m the champ, you should give me my ring
Ridin’ in the Range, Straight doin’ my thang
Make a slap or boom bap, I ain’t never gon’ change
[Hook]
(Verse 2: YungLsAnt)
(Chillin’ with my killas and they smokin’ on)
Got 2 clips that gon’ solve em
.40 with a 30 in case a nigga wants a problem
Fuckin’ with a nigga’s money, Nigga better have revolvers
Matter of fact, better bring a whole fuckin’ army
Shoot a killa’s shoota’s you a motherfuckin target
And you look mad, shoulda never got me started
Nigga’s got fake shoes, Nigga, Fake Jordans
Feelin’ like the motherfuckin’ man of the party
Ol’ dumb lil’ nigga tryna flex on a god
But he ain’t know Lil’ bro had a pole
Nigga call Boo he gon’ take a fuckin’ soul
Lil’ Loon get to work and he finna make a move
Fuck with the fam, niggas already know
Young Jedi in the trap, nigga know he won’t go
King Jake with the clack, yeah he gon’ blow
Got QUINTON in the back, he a real nigga too
4 of the Ac’, Ima really lean out
And my attitude shitty cuz we livin’ in a drought
Fold em in, Cock back, add a few rounds
After sleepin’ with the fishes, man, y’know he gon’ drown
And yeah, it’s my word that I’m solid forever
I’m killin’ the Ops and that’s in any weather
Niggas want problems, we gettin’ em wetter
And I am the best, you won’t get any better
Yeah
[Hook]
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