Mike Will Made-It, Problem, Trouble - Big God lyrics

Ear Drummers fuck is my ransom, homie?

Hey wassup, tell me what's in your cup
(what you sippin'?) you from the hood too
Don't be actin' all stuck up
You gettin' money lil' baby
I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin')
I get to rollin' blunts while
I'm talkin' to Gs
Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck
See me runnin' this shit up (flexin')
Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up
(talk to you) only the lil' homie stuck
Niggas tryin', niggas dyin', niggas greedy
Everyday shit get real, shit get
Hard, niggas need you, everyday
Only the lil' homie stuck, big up
Only the lil' homie stuck, yeah

Guess I'ma hold it down, I'ma hold it down
I can't scratch this shit
Enough, don’t snitch, bitch, hold it down
Niggas ain't know shit, so quit the switch
Don't fuck around
What the fuck you pullin' out the gat for
If you don't plan to blowin' it down?
Bitch, you plottin' on yo' main man
I'm lookin' good for that
Rest in peace to 44 P
They hurt the hood with that
Look at all these po' ass kids
The hood fucked up
This shit was never my dream
Hustle from fuck ups
Sit back, blowin' some green
Talk to the big god can you please
Bless my fam' with tickets too
Much to ask for
Nigga need ya, niggas tryna be greedy
Just want good for my people
Forgive me of all my evils
I don't mean a lot but you're
Tough and I need ya
Everyone don't fuck, don't give a fuck
I keep her
Baby hit the balls, baby rough on the weepers
Scratchin' like a panther
Puttin' bucks on the liters

Hey wassup, tell me what's in your cup
(what you sippin'?) you from the hood too
Don't be actin' all stuck up
You gettin' money lil' baby
I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin')
I get to rollin' blunts while
I'm talkin' to Gs
Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck
See me runnin' this shit up (flexin')
Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up
(talk to you) only the lil' homie stuck

I pay all my niggas, y'all payin' the badge
Live zone 6, with deep mac
Trap way in the back (I remember my niggas)
In front of church, guns
A TV and a bootleg DVD
You old players need to stop
Hatin' on these young ballers
Barkley and Shaq, TNT diamond Lane, DLG
Off the seven like BLB
You almost high as GLD
I'm from Compton so I don't expect
You to understand my POV
I done bossed up bosses
That's why I said I'm a young OG
Now done sold more than a P and
I ran from not one nigga
Have you raised a bitch to lick dick
Just come give her? (Hey)
I took too much molly
Alert the homies like come get her
(fucked up) hell naw
If you strapped or if he not
So don't fuck with her (yeah)
My niggas gon' be my niggas no matter what
So I'm stuck with them (yeah)
My bitches like bitches but can't fuck
'less I fuck with them
Like a toilet, that's blocked up, yeah
I'm deep in this shit, no sleepin'
I'm peepin', everythin' breathin'
No love in this shit
Go hard as the governor man
And no I'm not lovin' the bitch
Remember when the trap was bunkin'
Niggas I thought I was makin'
Money off of publishin' shit
(Ha ha, that's crazy) i can't stop comin'
That's why I got so many babies
And bitches love a dog
That's why I got so many ladies (What)

Hey wassup, tell me what's in your cup
(Diamond) you from the hood too
Don't be actin' all stuck up
You gettin' money lil' baby
I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin')
I get to rollin' blunts while
I'm talkin' to Gs
Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck
See me runnin' this shit up (flexin')
Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up
(talk to you) only the lil' homie stuck
Niggas tryin', niggas dyin', niggas greedy
Everyday shit get real, shit get
Hard, niggas need you, everyday
Only the lil' homie stuck, big up
Only the lil' homie stuck, yeah