Problem (Explicit)

Okay okay so YSL

We're YSL aka private fly gang you know

Yeah we're the private fly gang you know join in b**ch

B**ches in love with these slimers how many now

Lil ni**a money long as a greyhound

Smokin' that sh*t out the pound

We never lost it it ain't nothin' to be found

These b**ches come and go round and go round

I took the booty nailed her like a mount

These b**ches gon' cover me I call them gowns

Boy that's your problem

I might f**k her but boy that's your problem

Gettin' extorted then boy that's your problem

No need for abortions I'll nut on your mamma

Send him up to god with no problem

Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil b**ch that's my problem

Boy check out that rollie it shine like a motherf**kin' problem

In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm gassin'

I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds that blue cheese I'm not ranchin'

I done took off on a boot now I'm paris hilton dancing'

And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a f**king Grammy

Pass me that mud please just pass me that mud

Sticky white birds call 'em doves

Implants up under my girls

Please no no fallin' in love

I'm runnin' round with a b**ch mouth bout thick as a cup

Meanwhile they hatin' I done spent me some dubs

And I'ma lie to that ho like a rug

Gettin' money of course

Blat cookin' white like the porsches

Shout out to Nelly air forces

Hop in that ghini ran right on your porch

Hop out like motherf**k the doors

Yeah I'ma go ahead and free offset yeah he a migo

Free offset ni**a

B**ches in love with these slimers how many now

Lil ni**a money long as a greyhound

Smokin' that sh*t out the pound

We never lost it it ain't nothin' to be found

These b**ches come and go round and go round

I took the booty nailed her like a mount

These b**ches gon' cover me I call them gowns

Boy that's your problem

I might f**k her but boy that's your problem

Gettin' distorted lil boy that's your problem

No need for abortions I'll nut on your momma

Send him up to god with no problem

Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil b**ch that's my problem

Boy check out that rollie it shine like a motherf**kin' problem

Damn we gon' try you in these streets

We don't jihad with no sheikhs

How long ago bout a week

All my attires are neat

All of her friends are unique

I wanna f**k at least three

Can I yeah sheesh

He playin' I pop him like pop tarts

I'm a demon only see when dark

I look like I got a visa card

Private fly gang yeah agree with us

Dinosaur B's and some C's with us

I like that cat bald like an eagle brush

Since I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us

Damn it's Friday I need angel dust

I f**k that b**ch if she starin'

Pull up and hop out Clarence

Don't say I won't cause that's darin'

I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow

Yeah my b**ch is a motherf**kin' horse with no saddle

Yeah shoot that b**ch one time with a double barrel

B**ches in love with these slimers how many now

Lil ni**a money long as a greyhound

Smokin' that sh*t out the pound

We never lost it it ain't nothin' to be found

These b**ches come and go round and go round

I took the booty nailed her like a mount

These b**ches gon' cover me I call them gowns

Boy that's your problem

I might f**k up a boy that's your problem

Gettin' distorted lil boy that's your problem

No need for abortions I'll nut on your momma

Send him up to god with no problem

Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil b**ch that's my problem

Boy check out that rollie it shine like a motherf**kin' problem

Yaaaaa yeah

Yaaaaa yeah