I got a problem with you ****

(Muthafuckin right)

On god I got a problem with you ****

(Yea)

(Believe it)

I got a problem with you **** (Lets settle up ****)

I got problems I got issues

Solving them with some vigils

Loading these pistols perfect I promise they will not miss you

My murder game so official

Gun pucker then kiss you

Family grieving T-shirts reading sayin we'll always miss you

You **** feel so important

To me you're not important like psychics I palm this pistol and swear I see your fortune

Move slow that's just for caution

That paper I want my portion

Let you live kill your mother I call that reverse abortion

I'm crazy yea off my rocker

Riding round with my partners

My partners a combination of gloves mask and this chopper

Smoke heavy like a rasta

Handle shit like a mobster

Conversations of death over shrimp vodka and pasta

They ask how far will I go

Told me to keep it low

Pop him and flee the scene

Call it the give and go

No matter if friend or foe

I do it for the doe

So before you meet me and greet me you prolly already know

I got a problem wit you ****

(I don't even want to talk about that shit you dig)

On god I got a problem wit you ****

(Ready load that bitch up get to xing y'all **** out)

I swear to god I got a problem wit you ****

(Muthafuckin people in the hood asking a **** where they can find your ass at)

I got a problem wit you ****

(You already know what we about)

Look, In beef I do not have a problem multiplying my gats

Adding up all my bullets, Dividing them in my straps

To sum up all this math the product equates a fact

The more **** get hit the more **** subtract

Sitting low in this Monte Carlo

Waiting on who to follow

A renegade like Banderas they labeled me desperado

I'm switching up ammunition

Every others a hollow

Hit the switch on this carbon

Semi now turns to auto

Lose myself in this bottle

Still I'm not one to freeze

It's Carpe Diem my ****, every moment I seize

Finger around the trigger I don't pull it I squeeze

Muzzle flash like a camera I hope you **** say cheese

Last vision is me with this pistol grip in my palm

Walk the valley of death while quoting the book of psalms

Moving towards the light hope its with open arms

Cause when **** get wrong them bullets work like a charm

Got a problem wit you ****

(I don't even want to talk about that shit you dig)

On god I got a problem wit you ****

(Ready load that bitch up get to xing y'all **** out)

I swear to god I got a problem wit you ****

(Muthafuckin people in the hood asking a **** where they can find your ass at)

I got a problem wit you ****

(You already know what we about)