Song Lyrics

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
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

I got a snub nose, for you f*ck hoes
Steady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon bust though
I’m a gangsta bitch, we ain't alike there ain't a night
I ain’t ridin' with that 5, Shawty show you’re right
Me slip like pow
On the low between us, I’m strapped right now
Yea, fed case, ain’t nothing to me
I’m a head K, know that when you run into me
Get money, every G you make it like 100 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 100K

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
If you knew it as you don’t
Nigga, this ain’t what you want
Think 'cause I went to prison I won't put the pistol to yo dome

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
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

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 'er with the hammer like Thor
This ain’t no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before
Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window of 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
Hit that celary til I’m hella baked
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, that's real

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
If you knew it as you don’t
Nigga, this ain’t what you want
Think 'cause I went to prison I won't put the pistol to yo dome

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
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

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
'Cuz 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 down this motherfucker real quick
'Cuz life be her bitch
Will I’m gon' serve hers big dick
Boy this Compton, driving lane
Me and y'all, 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 live life 'till it kill ya
Drop another molly in my tequila
To my life in my dreams, La Familia

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
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

Off the drama and I’m back nigga
Still a king and that’s a fact nigga
F*ck talkin, I’m that nigga
That’s one deep, no pact nigga
Bad boy, no act nigga
No internet, but I’m at niggas
New McLaren, all black nigga
That’s front and Center 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 the 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, f*ck my opponent
He run up on me, I might snap
Got me feelin' like f*ck em
I’m face to face, I don’t duck em
My heat in hand, I don’t tuck em
I don’t body bag em, I stuff em
With hot shit, hot shit
Yea I’m talkin bout hot shit
With heavy metals I rock shit
'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit
I go for real, just ask T.I.P
I green light my get trip
Six niggas hoppin' out one whip
Go there re-constructin your whole whip

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
Don’t get it fucked up
You know you don’t want these problems
Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

Clifford Harris

The duration of Problems is 4:48 minutes and seconds.