Problems

[Intro: T.I. & Mac Boney]

Uhh, yah!

Hah, hah, hah, yeah (Hah!)

Fuck y'all niggas want with a nigga like me man? (Hahahahaha)

Eat you niggas for dinner, I’m a winner partner

Hah!

[Chorus: 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 right

Pow! Me slip like how?

On the low between us, I'm strapped right now

Yeah, Fed case ain't nothing to me

I’m a headcase, know that when you run into me

Get money, every G you make, it like a hundred to me

I'm Fred Sanford, son these niggas, they big dummies to me

Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play

Have ya head in my hallway for 100K

[Pre-Chorus: T.I.]

If you 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

If you 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?

[Chorus: 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 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 her with the hammer like Thor

This ain't no Ford, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before

Opened 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 celery 'til I'm hella bent

See these hoes, these hoes ain’t celibate

And they ain't hesitant, not at all

For a nigga with a proper drawl

She give me that box like a post office dropped it off

And that's real

[Pre-Chorus: T.I.]

If you 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

If you 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?

[Chorus: 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 3: Problem]

Yeah, no, TIP, I got these hoes

Live big way, got a sake pose

Carpeted up like way a lady's flows

Nigga you a bitch, where ya lady clothes?

Put 'em all now

Real nigga act, you better put it now

You better go for the Oscar cause impostors

Will get whack niggas, that’s mobsters (What?)

That ain’t playing that

Niggas wanna sleep, I lay 'em down

Shinin', you see the ring-a-round?

No recess in this circle, we don’t play around

With my zig-zags, I J it down in this motherfucker real quick

Life be a bitch, well I'm gon' serve her this big dick

Boy, this Compton, Diamond Lane, me and y'all, it’s not the same

Same nigga without the game, keep shit, it ain’t potty trained

Big bucks like a shotty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain

Big stripes like referees, but homeboy, this is not a game

So, break bread with the real bruh (What?)

And make sure you live life 'til it kill ya (What?)

Drop another molly in my tequila (What?)

'Til my life and my dreams look familiar

[Chorus: 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 4: Trae tha Truth]

'Bout the drama, I'm back nigga

Still the 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 me but ain't done 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

Yeah 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, yeah I'm talkin bout hot shit

With heavy metal, I rock shit to show I'm 'bout but you not shit

I go for real, just ask TIP, I green light my quick trip

Six niggas hoppin' out one whip

Go to reconstructing your whole whip

[Chorus: 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 5: Young Dro]

I’m a down shore baller, ATL stunner

Bitch leave me, I'ma take everything from her

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 eyeballs on the stove, the other missin'

I think his head exploded, that nigga teeth in the dishes

Hey when you learned that at partner?

I learned this shit in the trenches

I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions

4-4 deuce cutlass, deuce Budniks extensions

Hey you can't hustle on nan' street 'til KT gave you permission

Hustle Gang!

[Pre-Chorus: T.I.]

If you 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

If you 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?

[Chorus: 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