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letra de problems - schizo

(hook: schizo)
why these f-ck n-ggas want problems?
the 2 fists, they gon’ solve ’em
i don’t give a f-ck what they talkin’ bout
chillin’ with my crew and they smokin’ on loud

(verse 1: schizo)
everyday i’m grindin’ and my dro loud
while we smoke out, bring the hoes out
cuz my hope’s out
with these show crowds singing so loud
hope the grind counts (hope the grind counts, n-gga)
i know one day ima get it
f-ck boys teachin’, i don’t wanna learn a lesson
end of discussion, n-gga, i ain’t even flexin
got that smith and wesson, n-gga, i don’t give a sh-t
never fall in love, never trippin’ off a b-tch
tryna get rich, as a person, never switch
got the same team, sippin’ lean, gettin’ green
hit it so deep i make the hoes scream
f-ck the visine
white b-tch named eileen, suckin’ my thing
while i got the bo in the cup and i lean
my team, making h-lla slaps cuz i got it like that
(n-gga) i made it
chillin’ the boys, upgraded
dreamed about the day i would scream that i made it
make a slap track, yeah n-gga, i made it
h-ll yeah, mother f-cker, that’s me
n-gga, i’m the champ, you should give me my ring
ridin’ in the range, straight doin’ my thang
make a slap or boom bap, i ain’t never gon’ change

[hook]

(verse 2: yunglsant)
(chillin’ with my k!llas and they smokin’ on)
got 2 clips that gon’ solve em
.40 with a 30 in case a n-gga wants a problem
f-ckin’ with a n-gga’s money, n-gga better have revolvers
matter of fact, better bring a whole f-ckin’ army
shoot a k!lla’s shoota’s you a motherf-ckin target
and you look mad, shoulda never got me started
n-gga’s got fake shoes, n-gga, fake jordans
feelin’ like the motherf-ckin’ man of the party
ol’ dumb lil’ n-gga tryna flex on a god
but he ain’t know lil’ bro had a pole
n-gga call boo he gon’ take a f-ckin’ soul
lil’ loon get to work and he finna make a move
f-ck with the fam, n-ggas already know
young jedi in the trap, n-gga know he won’t go
king jake with the clack, yeah he gon’ blow
got quinton in the back, he a real n-gga too
4 of the ac’, ima really lean out
and my att-tude sh-tty cuz we livin’ in a drought
fold em in, c-ck back, add a few rounds
after sleepin’ with the fishes, man, y’know he gon’ drown
and yeah, it’s my word that i’m solid forever
i’m k!llin’ the ops and that’s in any weather
n-ggas want problems, we gettin’ em wetter
and i am the best, you won’t get any better
yeah

[hook]

- schizo

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