Problem – Get On It (feat. Bad Lucc)

I just throw up a diamond, nigga, cause Lane is the gang!
See me?
Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga, ass nigga
Your bitch hit me up then I’m probably going down
I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
Woo, like Flair
Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
It depends on how much of that shit I just had
Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what
Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab
Get a weight lift, reppin’ Cal like Ripken I’m on fire right now
My bitch is red as a Honda throw back on them Yokohamas
Banging my gang like uh
Like what that shit do, yeah
Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill
I bet your lady knew that

Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling

The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time
See them and be like huh, nigga, what?
Word to Master P and Young Bleed
[Verse 1: Problem]
Them hoes on stop
I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
[Hook: Problem]
Go on get nerve, I’m off the curb
I’ma slam the scraper

Millionaire mind, fuck a thousand-dollar brain
P burnin’, no Syphilis
A nigga be like
Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what
When I’m done they always ask
A nigga be like huh, nigga what
I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky

Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat

She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that
Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
Pound half-Raider, hunned sixes is where we grew that
You touch the paper it’s go, me I’m just granted for show
Strap it up, you murder the pussy
Whatever however, cause young niggas stay trying
I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
Mike Vick with the shit, I don’t need to pass nigga
Floating through the city like I’m on a raft nigga
Heavy hitter right here, all you other niggas jabs
Through these thousand dollars frames
Compton for real, you ain’t gotta ask nigga
Disrespectful? Nigga please, I’m the one with the fetti
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
Banging my gang like uh
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
Huh, give a fuck like whaat
These hoes thanking it’s snow
Blow my weed, smash the gas
Real beef you don’t talk, you just murder a pussy
See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill
I get it going my nig, I blow the horn and she ready
I do it for my bros of the Locke
Huh, nigga what
I’m going out with a bang, it’s Lane on the chain
Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing
Cause I’m a pimp see, word to Bun B
Your money funny you a clown
[Verse 2: Problem]
How you do dat there?
Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
[Hook: Problem]
Now it’s 442 my pack a bang rewinding
Who dat

[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]
Talking with my round diamond lane, I thought you knew that
Who dat, talking bout, who dat
Hop up in my lane, shit be looking way different
Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black