Problems

[Produced by Saint the Goodboy] [Intro: Dally Auston] Pull a gun on me [Hook: Dally Auston] Tell me what the fuck it's gon' be Niggas ain't violent, niggas real silent Tell me what the fuck it's gon' be Niggas ain't violent, niggas real silent Tell me what the fuck it's gon' be Tell me what the fuck it's gon' be [Bridge: Dally Auston] Gon' be Violent, silent Gon' be Violent, silent Gon' be Gon' be [Verse 1: Dally Auston] And if I live I keep it private And on my N.O. why she tellin' me to solve it? And when you rich them niggas you don't want no problem And if I die then that's word just to my mama Take a nigga's soul right before he take my liver Saw it in his ass, he ain't really have it in him I'll tell you 'bout a ghost if you tell me 'bout a liver Have you ever seen the barrel of the bottom of your wishes? Tell me what it's gon' be, guns on me Know the army my G's, pray the Lord I keep Fuck you don't owe me, middle finger OP Kill a nigga my sleep, Freddy Kruger OG Be a OG, tell a nigga 'bout me Tell a nigga 'bout me Pull that trigger on me Pull that trigger on me [Hook: Dally Auston] [Verse 2: Brian Fresco] Murk a pussy, nigga keep it silent Clean his bank account, cop a island Say I'm never hidin' Catch a nigga ridin', vibin' Fuck her, keep it private Only on my phone when I slide in Weed in my blunt like sirens Loud like tires, SKRRT off after that violence She ain't really used to that action A fool for the love, Frankie Lymon Off with the timin' Goin' cause I'm shinin', don't get tossed out the limelight Got a couple fine dykes, say they don't Usually, but for me, they a bagpipe Send her to the room for the act right, never cuddle Right back to the cash life, swear I was a king in my past life But I think we hit the Golden Era like last night Better know the curve right, flippin', call me Garrett Ice Countin' dollars precise [Hook: Dally Auston] [Outro: Brian Fresco (Dally Auston)] You don't really want no problems (no problems) Fuckin' revolver (violent) Problem solver (silent) Eat that sawed off 'til you call it (Gonna be) Separate his head from his neck like [?] (violent) Dahmer, Jeffery Dahmer (silent) (What the fuck it's gon' be) Mothafuckin' karma (Gonna be) That armor, bitch