Migos, Young Thug - Problems lyrics

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'ma wrap my money it look like Oprah Winfrey
I'ma 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 sing 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 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 see you walking with that sack
I'ma take it like Debo
Me and Thug in the alleyway
We hit 'em up below
If you tell on my partner Domingo
I'ma shoot you like free throw
Run up on my brother Takeoff
I'ma 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 (Brrt) , I just need a zone
Birds singing like harmony but I
Don't need a bone

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?

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 true
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 pigeons
You know that I sell them
My migo, he hit me, you know that I mail him
If Thug want a pack then
You know I'ma let him
These fuck niggas ain't special

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?