Video Problems Feat Bob Ti Mac Boney Problem Trae Tha Truth Y Young Dro de Hustle Gang 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Hustle Gang - Problems Feat Bob Ti Mac Boney Problem Trae Tha Truth Y Young Dro Lyrics

[Intro: T. I.]
Fuck yall nigga want with a nigga like me man
Eat you nigga for dinner
I'm all on winner partner

[Hook]
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up
Nigga, Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems

[Verse 1: T. I.]
I got a short nose, for you fuck ho
Steady talkin, til five bitch you ain't gon board though
I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin like you ain't tonight
I ain't ridin with that five, Shawty show you're right
Me slip like pow
On the low between her, I'm strapped right now
Yea, fed case, ain't nothing to me
I'm a head K, know that when you're runnin' to me
Get money, every G you make it like hundred to me
I'm fresh out for some these niggas
they big dummies to me
Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play
Have yo head in my hallway for hundred K

[Bridge: T. I.]
If you knew it as you don't
Nigga, this ain't what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin
and you ain't gonna make it home
If you knew it as you don't
Nigga, this ain't what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home
Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to your dome

[Hook]
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up
Nigga, Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems

[Verse 2: B. o. B]
It's funny how niggas get hype
when they get on stage with a mic
You know I see em bitin the style cool
they still can't deliver it right
I've been killin this shit for so long
I don't remember the hype
What's that like? They ain't really bout that life
They ain't really bout that life
No lie on this mic, chillin with habitual whores
Hit her with the hammer like Thor
This ain't no boy, this a G4 hoe
act like you been here before
Open up the suicide doors
like a Joe cut the window at the 25th floor
Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword
cut my umbilical chord
See I'm headin where you ain't never been
We are not the same and that's evident
I make flexin just look so effortless
Get that salary til I'm hella back
See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate
And they ain't hesitant, not at all
For a nigga with a proper draw
She give me that box like a post office dropped it off

[Bridge]
If you knew it as you don't
Nigga, this ain't what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin
and you ain't gonna make it home
If you knew it as you don't
Nigga, this ain't what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home
Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to your dome

[Hook]
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up
Nigga, Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems

[Verse 3: Problem]
No Tip, I got these hoes
Live it way, got a sake pose
Covered it like wear ladies flows
New York bitch, real lady clothes
Put em all now, real nigga act
Better put it now
You better go for the Oscars
Cause impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters
That ain't playing that
Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down
Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle
We don't play around
With my zig-zags I J it down this motherfucker real quick
Cuz life be her bitch
Will I'm gon serve hers big dick
Boy this Compton, Diamond lane
Me and yall, it's bout the same
Same nigga without the game
Keep shit, it ain't potty trained
Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain
Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game
So break bread with the real bruh
Make sure you leave life til it kill ya
Drop another molly and my tequila
To my life in my dreams, La Familia

[Verse 4: Trae The Truth]
Off the drama and I'm back nigga
Still a king and that's a fact nigga
Fuck talkin', I'm that nigga
That's one deep, no pack nigga
Bad boy, no act nigga
No Eminem, but I'm... niggas
New McLaren, all black nigga
That's front sealed up like Shaq nigga
In the game but don't play round
Try this shit with me you get layed down
I stick and move, I don't stay round
Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound
I don't talk the talk, I just run shit
How you think you're me but ain't done shit
Could go bananas on some shit
I keep a team on that dumb shit
I keep a strap that just might clap
Money low and I might trap
Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent
He run up on me, I might snap
Got me feelin' like fuck em
I'm face to face, I don't duck em
Me heat in hell, I don't tuck em
I don't body bag, I might stuff em
With hot shit, hot shit
Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit
With drinkin letters I ride shit
Til showin bove but you not shit
I go for real, just ask Tip
I green light my get trip
Six niggas hoppin out one whip
Go there re-constructin your whole hip

[Hook]
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up
Nigga, Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems