Problems

[Produced by: B.O.B.] [Intro] Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man Eat you nigga for dinner I’m a winner partner [Hook: Mac Boney] 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 [Verse 1: T.I.] I got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes Steady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though I’m a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain’t tonight I ain’t ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you’re right Pow! Me slip, like how? 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 Im Fred Sandford to these niggas, they big dummies to me Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play Have yo head in my hallway for 100K [Bridge: T.I.] Either know it or you don’t nigga, this ain’t what you want Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain’t gon' make it home Either know it or you don’t nigga, this ain’t what you want Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome? [Hook:] [Verse 2: B.o.B.] 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 a Joe cut the window at 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 Get that celery til I’m hella back 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 doctor though [Bridge: T.I.] [Hook:] [Verse 3: Problem] Yeah no Tip, I got these hoes Live it way, got a sake pose Covered it like wear ladies flows Nigga you a bitch, where yo 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, Diamond 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 'Til my life and my dreams look familiar [Hook:] [Verse 4: Trae Tha Truth] Off the drama and I’m back nigga Still a king and that’s a fact nigga Fuck 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, fuck my opponent He run up on me, I might snap Got me feelin' like fuck 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 drinkin' letters I ride 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 [Hook:] [Verse 5: Young Dro] I’m a down shore baller, ATL stunner Bitch leave me I’mma take everything from 'er Please try a nigga where I’m from with that drama So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama Let me find out, you layin' on me for riches Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin' I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes Hey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions 4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission [Bridge:] [Hook:]