Problema (feat. Lil Baby Riccardo) - Fatii & Crepy

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

June, you're a genius Hitmaka Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to takе a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road ragе Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Well, if I may speak freely, we gon' get a bag if we need it Buss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedy We was never playin' in the game, if we was, before we lost, we cheated Hold up, they ain't made a game you can play on me I just be prayin' for these niggas, that they pray on me They got another thing comin', homie, they gon' see I got the blessings of an Angel everyday on me Okay, church, nigga used to ask me where I'm from Tell 'em Bankhead, nigga, but the earth my turf Work, wonder what's up under my shirt Wonder why I ain't gettin' searched Nigga, T.I.P been solid, speak against his name in the hood And you will get slapped out 'bout it, had straps out wildin' But moments in the past just made me who I am That's why I don't run from it Keep it one hunnid Anyone who don't like it, then fuck 'em Get a little money then double level Came a way from sellin' weed in the envelope To Puff Daddy standin' with me in Chinchilla Road run, Rubberband Man Made a 100 mil' off of 50 grand man Well, goddamn My suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this bitch Put your heart in this shit, you're bound to get rich, no cap Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin I just wore two million worth of jewelry to an interview I got people askin' me, "What the fuck done got into you?" I done put it all on the line, I knew that the rent was due Hard to go and get, no trippin', it wasn't no handouts Corner store got hot, we start sellin' 'em out my man house We ain't never have nothin', stay pullin' bands out I been runnin' it up and I heard he ran out Know these pussy niggas wishin' shit would fan out, it won't How you make the gun go on safety? It don't You that young turnt nigga, Baby, for shit, sure Never in my feelings 'bout a broad, she can hit, bro Red inside, Rolls truck, call it Big Boat Heard a nigga say he want smoke Switch out my clip on my pole, had to add a lil' more I ain't really up for no arguin' Nigga said he gon' do what? Bitch, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin Shut up, sucka nigga, get up Crazy in your head thinkin' you can get us hit up Foreign, automotives all in my lawn Yawn, did this shit so long it's gettin' borin' Trap to the culture, made a motherfuckin' lifestyle Shoutout to my niggas doin' trap-music right now But you know we ain't with the hype, a million on the mic Get to switchin' out a queen, just 'cause she ain't what we like I'm a king, done my thing from the green to the white When you finished with opinions, I got four or five classics Say I ain't the shit, that nigga must be dippin' acid Fuck what all 'em other niggas doin', all I know is keep goin' Start gettin' money, I enjoyed it Started sellin' crack for employment Make it out of Georgia, that was a nigga only intent Get the suckas out the way and get rich Blockin' my path Boy, the .40 Kal start barkin' like my nigga DMX in this bitch I'm a vet' at this shit And all I ever been was authentic 20 years I been handlin' my business Get in my bag, stackin' my pennies Buyin' everything on the west side of the city 'Cause that's where all the niggas don't play about T.I.P So what I care 'bout what you got to say to T.I.P? Nigga, beg your pardon

Timeless timepiece Designer, design me (Yeah) Private jet gon' fly me That bitch gon' slide Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks) VVS's shining Elliot tryna blind me Can't see the time (Yeah) On my way to the top, I'm climbing Thought about resigning (Yeah) But the racks remind me (Remind me) My true fans remind me (Remind me) Why don't you encourage me, instead of burden me? You're supposed to be lit with me (Lit) But instead, you burnin' me I changed my life (I changed my life) 'Cause I sacrificed, nightmares in the day (In the day) Sleepless nights (In the night) 'Cause I paid the price, so talk to me nice I need me those, (Pradas) in my size (Yeah) Like I meditate, got my mind straight (Straight) Dodging all the hate (Hate) Watch me elevate Going state to state (State to state) Pockets overweight (Overweight) I ain't leavin' my place (Leavin' my place) Tell her go close my safe (Oh-oh) Timeless timepiece Designer, design me (Yeah) Private jet gon' fly me That bitch gon' slide Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks) VVS's shining Elliot tryna blind me Can't see the time (Yeah) On my way to the top, I'm climbing Thought about resigning (Yeah) But the racks remind me My true fans remind me (Remind me) Why don't you encourage me Instead of burden me? You're supposed to be lit with me (Lit) But instead, you burnin' me In the system (Skitch) They couldn't find me (Couldn't find me) A hunnit and ten somethin' (Skrrt skrrt) On my timepiece (On my timepiece) You think you slick ho? (Slick ho) You think you slimy (Slimy) I'm with them a-holes (A-Holes) My killers grimy (Grimy) My first time coming out with this Music, ain't get no love (Get no love) Now I really had to make it out on my Own, won't hold no grudge (No grudge) And I had stop sippin' that purple 'Cause I don't want no pudge They said I'd retaliate off this Bullshit, I'm like "So what?" I just bought four rings, I'm a king (I'm a king) And I gotta go all out when I do my thing (I do my thing, tell 'em) These not SI, they VV'S Free my guys, I ain't gon lie I spent 2k on TV (TVs) Oh, you think you a gangster And you don't bleed bleed And you're the one that coughed her Know she do weed weed And I know you ain't mean it Put the stash in the demon Low-income apartments Bankroll was decent (Bankroll was decent, yeah) Oh, you rockin' them Yeezys now? You saying you don't need me now All these niggas, they believe me now Them diamonds Fiji now Two perc 30's don't get me high (Don't get me high) X pills I need 'em now Knew lil' bitch got her titties done (Oh she think she fire) Timeless timepiece Designer, design me Private jet gon' fly me That bitch gon' slide Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks) VVS's shining Elliot tryna blind me Can't see the time (Yeah) On my way to the top, I'm climbing Thought about resigning (Yeah) But the racks remind me My true fans remind me (Remind me) Why don't you encourage me Instead of burden me? You're supposed to be lit with me (Lit) But instead, you burnin' me

Why would I buy a Ghost if there's a Phantom? (Yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I don't understand you (nah) Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah) Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got jewels like Dipset screamin', "Free Santana" (Free Santana) Got class, I don't fuck with bitches with no manners (yeah) Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards And you know I stay with my slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt) You know I stay with keys, my pockets stuffed with garlic naans (racks) My bro don't know how to read but he still know how to weigh a block (block) Throw shots at me on the 'Gram but real Gs never stir the pot My opps stay on they live, only person watchin' is the cops (stupid) I don't pay attention to petty shit Better tell 'em get off the porch I'll get your granny hit (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Poppers and chops for nothin', don't be next on the list (yeah) My shooter come back, he might be next if he say he miss When we say we ride 'round with them sticks, we ain't talkin' wood (yeah) Why do I take these Percs? 'Cause they make me feel good (good) Can't ignore these threats, even though I know I should (should) No 2Pac, get two shots tryna play me like Suge Why would I buy a Ghost if there's a Phantom? (Yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I don't understand you (nah) Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah) Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got jewels like Dipset screamin' "Free Santana" (Free Santana) Got class, I don't fuck with bitches with no manners (yeah) Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards (slatt, slatt) And you know I stay with my slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt) We comin' straight out Atlanta (Atlanta) I pour that mud in the Fanta (lean) Born with a whole lot of manners (manners) I'm fuckin' on Dirty Diana (Diana) Can't walk in my shoes, you don't know what it take Run with the real, I can spot out the fake I'm knowin' that all the real niggas relate They started hatin' when I came out the gate Sticks with me and I'm totin' them sticks Fuck nigga mad 'cause I fucked on his bitch Came out the mud and they hate I got rich Kept it too solid, I'm bangin' that six Gave him a knot, got lil' buddy 'nem hit Now I wake up, eat the shrimp with the grits Never, can not fall in love with no thot I get a kick out lettin' my buddy 'nem hit Been had the vision, now I'm on a mission I love all my niggas, we live so relentless Boss when we hoppin' out Maybachs and Bentleys I got me some top and put dick in her kidneys She told me I was the realest to hit it I hop in a Lambo', go handle my business (skrrt) I just been tourin', been gone for a minute She don't complain 'cause she know I been gettin' it Why would I buy a Ghost if there's a Phantom? (Yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I don't understand you (nah) Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah) Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got jewels like Dipset screamin' "Free Santana" (Free Santana) Got class, I don't fuck with bitches with no manners (yeah) Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards And you know I stay with my slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt)

Lil' Boat, Lil' Boat, Lil' Boat, Lil' Baby Lil' Baby, Lil' Baby, Lil' Boat, huh, ayy, hollup Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes Beam on his face, he got a runny nose Prolly got a wire on his ankles (yeah) Prolly got a wire on his chest too (yeah) That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, no That's why we buck on them niggas, uh All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh Like that shit stuck to them niggas I'm a mama's boy That mean I can fuck ya mama, boy (fuck it up) Don't gotta ride with that Llama, boy Touch me, it's gon' be some drama, boy Bro got that cookie, that "Chips Ahoy!" Just made a play out in Illinois We hit the scene and we makin' noise (Lil Boat) Fuck up your city with all my boys Add extra sauce like Cisco Right wrist look like a goddamn disco ball Lil' Boat, spend a 30 up in the mall Shittin' on them bitches who ain't pick up my calls Wazzam ah, whatdamn He dropped out and became the man (Lil Boat) He brought out the pots and the pans (yeah) Simply, I had a plan (Lil' Boat) Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes Beam on his face, he got a runny nose Prolly got a wire on his ankles (yeah) Prolly got a wire on his chest too (yeah) That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, no That's why we buck on them niggas, uh All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh Like that shit stuck to them niggas I'm in this bitch with Lil' Yachty (Yachty) Trapper turned rapper, I used to sell dope (dope) Icy, icy, icy, North Pole Came from the trenches, all I had was hope (hope) Over the gang, I got rank, I'm the pope Bet Lil' Yachty let them young hittas go Call me Rocky, tryna stay off the rope (tryna kill this) Young rich nigga, man, I used to be poor Rich Forever, we ain't goin' back broke Gettin', gettin' the money (yup) MAC 11, by a stunt for show (yup) All your watches cost a hundred? (yup) I'm in this bitch with Lil' Boat (woah) Diamond chains, diamond rope (water) I'm in this bitch with Lil' Boat Try the gang, you can't smoke (gang) Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes Beam on his face, he got a runny nose Prolly got a wire on his ankles (yeah) Prolly got a wire on his chest too (yeah) That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, no That's why we buck on them niggas, uh All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh Like that shit stuck to them niggas

You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa'sho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, that's a fact, and you can't lie to me (Ayy, woah) What I get paid on that block, that's like your salary (Uh, woah) Mandatory rules to the trenches, keep your gun on you 'Fore the money even be involved, they be one hundred Fuckin' all these hoes state to state, I ain't see love comin' Slow down on that viagra, push from it, uh Not what you do, just how you do it Ain't what you say, it's how you say it You can think about the money But it's how you gonna chase it They freed a couple killers, now they city goin' up And you only call me when you see me pourin' up And you snuck n' told, you don't know if we know or not And you brought me drinks, only time you threw a shot (Wow) My other homie told my other homie That my other homie other homie tryna kill him That's why I only fuck with a couple niggas Get out this dope game, get a couple figures Make my bitch cum and then I'm cummin' with her Real niggas only, ain't no competition We dropped Bloodas, now they sayin' "Bloodas" If I don't know nothin', I know our fans love us I learn through rappin', get some bands from it You be around the fake, but I'll stand from it You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa'sho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Don't even fix your mouth to tell me that you loyal (Keep that) They only reason I spare you is because I love you (I swear) A whole lot of choppers, couple Jewish lawyers (Yeah) Straight dope boy (Yeah), Richard Porter (Trap) Took a lot of losses fuckin' with you nigga (Trap) Seen a lot of crosses fuckin' with you nigga (Damn) Yeah, we did dirt (Yeah), yeah, I front you work (Yeah) Plugged on the syrup (Yeah), but that shit was curse (Shit!) You like to get high, I like to get paid (Okay) I been on some hustlin' shit since 6th grade (Ayy, who dat?) I'm the one your mom and daddy told you stay away from But I'm the one who that told you fuck them hoes Let's get this paper Count a million, smoke a nigga at the same time (Hey) Rich nigga, me and you ain't on the same time (it's Dolph) On the stage or in the trap, I'm the same nigga (it's Dolph) You ain't ever elevated, just the same nigga You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her Tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa'sho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog since the sandbox (Sandbox) I been runnin' with some killers We got hand Glocks (Hand Glocks) Sippin' syrup, I'm movin' slow like a grandpa (Grandpa) Kept it real from the jump These niggas changed up (Changed up) All these diamonds on my neck, they gettin' tangled up Hearin' rumors 'bout my main man snortin' dust (Oh) We ain't have no ride, we'd steal a car We don't catch the bus (Yeah) I wish Lil Juan could see me now A nigga rich as fuck (Rich as fuck) Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm sellin' whole things (Whole things) I was down bad on my dick I didn't have no dreams (No dreams) I swear to God I had a hundred racks at eighteen (Ayy) Sittin' in the cell, goin' hard, they tryna mace me (Serve 10) Every nigga who threw salt gon' have to face me (Face me) Told my bitch that she can leave She won't replace me (Won't replace me) Doin' what I'm post to do, I know they hate me (Hate me) Let me stand up on they ass until they take me (Take me) You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa'sho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)