[Verse 1: Problem]
Who dat, talking bout, who dat
Run up on me, you get your $$# beat blue black

Go on get nerve, I'm off the curb
Push mountains of herb, you ^!$$%s already heard
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time

Whatever however, cause young ^!$$%s stay trying
See them and be like huh, ^!$$%, what?
Huh, give a $#&@ like whaat

Blow my weed, smash the dash
Hop up in my lane, %#@! be looking way different
Through these thousand dollars frames

Millionaire mind, $#&@ the thousand dollars brain
Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang $$# ^!$$%, $$# ^!$$%
Compton for real, you ain't gotta ask ^!$$%

Floating through the city like I'm on a raft ^!$$%
Mike Vick with the %#@!, I don't need a pass ^!$$%
Like what that %#@! do, yeah


[Hook: Problem]
I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky

Banging my gang like uh
Go on fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like huh, ^!$$% what,

Huh, give a $#&@, ^!$$% whaat
Huh, ^!$$% what,
Huh, give a $#&@, ^!$$% whaat


[Verse 2: Problem]
Your money funny you a clown

Your (*##$ hit me up then I'm probably going down
It depends on how much of that %#@! I just had
Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag

Heavy hitter right here, all you other ^!$$%'s jabs
Big talking bout beef till you serve they $$# a slab
Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling

Woo, like Flair
When I'm done they always ask
How you do dat there?

Word to Master P and Young Bleed
I pull your (*##$ she trying kick it fast as Chun Li
Cause I'm a pimp see, word to Bun B

Underground king, no checker, shout out to the (*##$ pressing
Get a weight lift, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now
P burnin', no Syphilis,

Strap it up, you murder the #~!!@
Real beef you don't talk, you just murder a #~!!@
See me?


[Hook]
I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky

Banging my game like uh
Go on fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like huh, ^!$$% what,

Huh, give a $#&@, ^!$$% whaat
A ^!$$% be like huh, ^!$$% what,
Huh, give a $#&@, ^!$$% whaat

A ^!$$% be like,

[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]

Who dat
I bet your lady knew that
She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that

Talking with my round diamond lane, I thought you knew that
Pound half-Raider, hunned sixes is where we grew that
See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill

Or uptown with them foolies ^!$$%s, trapping by the mill
I do it for my bros of the Locke
Them hoes on stop

I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
Now it's 442 my pack a bang rewinding,
My (*##$ is red as a Honda throw back on them Yokohamas

I'ma slam the scraper,
You touch the paper it's go, me I'm just granted for show
These hoes thanking it's snow

I get it going my nig, I blow the horn and she ready
Disrespectful? ^!$$% please, I'm the one with the fetti
I'm going out with a bang, it's Lane on the chain
I just show 'em with diamonds ^!$$%, cause Lane is the gang!