Who Want Problems

[Intro] Who want problems nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga This is Jay P Bangz music Another headshot through a dead body junky [Chorus] Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us? Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us? [Verse 1] Gangland in attendance, the stick extended I was lookin' like a bum in the slum but I fixed the image Piecin' up on Crumbs for the skipper Them niggas giggled, they was tickled Feds on my lane, yeah I'm in a pickle, finna wiggle Icicle on me, you see the Skittles, quarter million Slid to the jeweler, throw him the fiddles Red beam, scribble utensils and leave a dimple This the red team, hit like a brindle, that's off the dribble Lil three eighty thang, pulled out, made him come off the nickel Sting operation, too gangster to play the middle Ask the killers, Mozzy has Sacramento on sizzle We official, free two gun and multiple pistols [Chorus] Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us? Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us? [Verse 2] Feelin' like the fella, all these VV's on me I used to take my prostitutes to Dee-Dee's homie Sprayin' with the woods, you get DP for it Got like five gigabytes, give me three P's for it I'm in this two seat foreign, call it fortunate for me Lil' all red bottoms, finna floor up the money Bank closed, niggas know I'm at your door for the money Landlord where it's ugly, they tryna score off a skully, ooh One up top, itchy itchy, pop somethin' Lil' partner think he poppin', he ain't pop nothin' One up top, itchy itchy, pop somethin' Ayy lil' partner think he poppin', he ain't pop nothin' Guap thumbin', I been rubber bandin' blocks of it The watch flooded, I spent everything I got for it Let the crackers do they job, they get a knot for it Let the crackers do they job, they get a knot for it [Chorus] Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us? Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us?