[Hook: Kashout Klil]
Nigga whats the issue? Click clack, Imma hit you
Shawty said that she don't miss you, She said she was never with you
She sucked me then she kissed you, Sellin' white no tissue
You niggas dissing me but I ain't got no time to diss you
These bitches acting fatherless, Run up Imma pop your shit
But you niggas won't run up, So I still remain problemless
Bitches acting fatherless, Run up Imma pop your shit
But you niggas won't run up, So I still remain problemless
[Interlude: Kashout Klil]
(So I still remain problemless, Lessgetit, So-So I still remain problemless)
[Verse One: Kashout Klil]
Fuck around, I'll kill shit
No Chiraq, but I'll drill shit
Like a junky pop your pill quick
The streets made me numb, I don't feel shit!
I'm in the stu, spittin' crack, nothing can, stop my grind
Nigga holding, moving work, looking flashy, rob him blind
Got my money, where it at? You running, out of time
I know shawty wanna suck my dick 'cause she said she wanna blow my mind
[Verse Two: LP Rambo]
I'm high off a lot of shit, isn't it obvious?
Dear ganja, I'm so lost without you call me Robin Thicke
And I'll travel to your city like I'm James Harden bitch
And I got a black 9 like it's 'bout to cotton pick
And lil nigga, I'm still problemless, you still not robbing shit
I'll turn Orlando to Chicago shit I'm out here dropping bricks
Trust me nigga this ain't bubble wrap but I be popping shit
From Chicago lil nigga guns, I got a lot of it
It's Klil and LP, we might just fuck on your hoe
Might have your sister, pull up and fuck on the bros
[Hook: Kashout Klil]
Nigga whats the issue? Click clack, imma hit you
Shawty said that she don't miss you, She said she was never with you
She sucked me then she kissed you, Sellin' white no tissue
You niggas dissing me but I ain't got no time to diss you
These bitches acting fatherless, Run up Imma pop your shit
But you niggas won't run up, So I still remain problemless
Bitches acting fatherless, Run up Imma pop your shit
But you niggas won't run up, So I still remain problemless
[Verse Three: Lil Rizzie]
Fuck nigga what you talking bout? We pulled up to your mama house
You claim you on that shit but we gone show you what you not about
All my niggas we get that money, come in this bitch, you won't take shit from me
You a lame ass nigga, try to rob, you a dummy
LP wrap you up, aye, Just like a mummy
We used to trap real hard, You used to cap real hard
Bitch, you a fraud aye, I'm with the squad wait
Then I meet the gang, all these niggas lames
[Outro: Lil Rizzie]
Ayee, he gon' air it out
Call up LP he gon' air out....