Yea

Y'all don't want no motherfucking problems man

You don’t want no problems

You don’t want no problems

They don’t want no problems

He don’t want no problems

We jump in a pit

We get the shit lit

They packing the sticks

We making some licks

I’m running a blitz

I’m piping yo chick

They moving them loads

They moving some bricks

Rack it up

Wrap it up

Rack it up, bag it up

Tell the homie stack it up, wrap it up

None of yo people want smoke

Homie stack it up, wrap it up

Grr

Pack it up, load it up

Shoot them right there

Shoot them right there

Aim it at the boys right there

Shoot them right there

Shoot them right there

Killing on them boys right there

Shoot them right there

Shoot them right there

Aim it at the boys right there

Shoot them right there

Shoot them right there

Killing on them boys right there

We shoot at yo peoples

Give a fuck if you calling the cops

My finger on the trigger

We come in this bitch and we hot

We shoot at you peoples

Give a fuck if you calling the cops

I’m not from New Orleans

But my boys will come down and get hot

Thinking you hot

They come in yo spot

I’m whipping the pot

You bitch is a thot

She popping a rock

Put a stick in her box

Foreign parked in the lot

Y’all capping a lot

Shoot them boys right there

Shoot them boys right there

Look at my wrist

Look at my bitch

I came from the bottom

You know what it is

I came from the jungle the people

They doubted but I’m in this bitch

I came from the bottom we made

Us some plays and ran us up a blitz

I jump in a Urus, I swear I’m the coolest, always got the newest

Y’all dude smell like urine, my shawty exclusive

My diamonds the coolest

We body for body I swear I got 5 like I’m luniz

Yea

Took the braud shopping after sex

Uh

Swiping up cards there’s no limit

Like

Freak wanna suck my

First to line up

Benihana’s

Hotter than sauna

Sucking up on her

Always want Prada

Fucking up commas

She killing the summer

Got me some bling

Know what mean

Count me some racks

Money machine

Johnny my teeth

Sipping that lean

You know what I mean bitch

Fucking the summer bitch

Drinking the finest bitch

He ratted his homie snitch

Telling on dudes cuz his girl sucked a dick

Rack it up, bag it up

Tell the homie stack it up, wrap it up

None of yo people want smoke

Homie stack it up, wrap it up

Grrrr

Pack it up, load it up

You don’t want no problems

You don’t want no problems

They don’t want no problems

He don’t want no problems

Shoot them right there

Shoot them right there

Aim it at the boys right there

Shoot them right there

Shoot them right there

Killing on them boys right there

Shoot them right there

Shoot them right there

Aim it at the boys right there

Shoot them right there

Shoot them right there

Killing on them boys right there

Grr

You see our money man

We got money man

You don’t want smoke, no problems

You don’t want no fucking problems

Yea

Yea

Yea

Yea

Ahh