Problems

Gang, gang gang(***** what the **** going on)

Let's get it, in ally ****

They know the **** we come

***** know what the **** going on YEAH

Five-Five-Six, hit a ***** broad day

Shoot him in the leg and I took off his face

We ain't doing no playing, we totin' these Drac's

I catch him up in traffic, boost the murder rate

Murder on my mind, I coming like Melly

I pop me a perc and it's sitting in my belly

I went on a mission, you know I was ready

I hang out the window, shoot **** like Mageddon

I might shoot to Chicago and link up with Tay

I hit up the plug, I need me a play

I used to be broke, I made me a way

And free all my *****s, they fighting the cases

They locked in the cage, you know that they with it

They know I'm from Memphis, they know that we killin'

When these bullets hit, you know it's no healin'

Cause I aim at your noggin, I'm knockin' your fitted

When you talking to me, come correct

Shoot through your neck, you don't need a vest

We totin' them Drac's, put up your TEC

And just like a *****, I leave him wet

Hide your momma, hide your son

You know I'm a savage when I got a gun

We killin' for real, we do it for fun

You could call me Osama, I keep me a bomb

Back in the party, my Glock out

F&N make *****s clock out

I'm on the block with the rocks out

Call Choppa, tell his ass pop out

Make all the guys bring all the mops out

AR-15 with the stock out

I been going too hard, I can't stop now

***** Patek bust down, like a thot now

They know I'm a bug, might rob the plug

Feed him some slugs, came from the slums

Make your ***** suck on my **** like a thumb

Flexin' too hard, man you *****s some bums

Don't love these *******, cause ******* is dumb

Just wanna ****, when I hit 'em, I'm done

Being broke, it made me pick up gun

Ask one of the guys and gave it like "huh"

Ain't ask no questions, he gave me a seven

Asked for some work and he gave me a seven

Slid on the opps 'cause I knew I was ready

Shoot at his brain 'til it turns to spaghetti

Ain't got no dollar, you *****s is petty

Caught my first body, I hopped out a Chevy

Them slugs hit your chest and your body get heavy

I pop out with choppers, so ***** don't test me

Aye, this ***** think he a problem

I make a phone call to Choppa

We gon' run down on his partners

He made a phone call to me, so I pulled in a hurry

He tried to run off, get hit with the 30

You knowin' that I'm poppin' *****s like perky's

Them bullets heat a ***** just like a turkey