Problem – Get On It (feat. Bad Lucc)

[Verse 1: Problem]
Who dat, talking bout, who dat
Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black
Go on get nerve, I’m off the curb
Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time
Whatever however, cause young niggas stay trying
See them and be like huh, nigga, what?
Huh, give a fuck like whaat
Blow my weed, smash the gas
Hop up in my lane, shit be looking way different
Through these thousand dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck a thousand-dollar brain
Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga, ass nigga
Compton for real, you ain’t gotta ask nigga
Floating through the city like I’m on a raft nigga
Mike Vick with the shit, I don’t need to pass nigga
Like what that shit 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, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
Huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat

[Verse 2: Problem]
Your money funny you a clown
Your bitch hit me up then I’m probably going down
It depends on how much of that shit I just had
Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter right here, all you other niggas jabs
Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass 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 bitch 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 bitch 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 pussy
Real beef you don’t talk, you just murder a pussy
See me?

[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, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
A nigga be like huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
A nigga 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 niggas, 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 bitch 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? Nigga please, I’m the one with the fetti
I’m going out with a bang, it’s Lane on the chain
I just throw up a diamond, nigga, cause Lane is the gang!

Shawty Lo – Tell Em That Lyrics

[Intro]
Nigga
Crank that shit up nigga
Nigga I’m flexing
Ok, ok ok
Ok ok, ok ok

[Hook]
Run tell ‘em that, run tell ‘em that
Run tell ‘em that, run tell ‘em that
Shawty back
Now tell ‘em that, now tell ‘em that
Now tell ‘em that, now tell ‘em that
And I let them things go like a quarterback
Peyton Manning, Mike Vick
Eli, I do this shit
Now tell ‘em that, now tell ‘em that
I let them things go like a quarterback

[Verse 1]
What’s ha’nen-nin?
Say what’s the word?
Up through this bitch
I got the birds
Who fly as me?
Only one man might can be
She O-D, I’m B-O-G
B-I-G, D-O-G
I like my girl
She like girls
Anything said behind my back considered fightin’ words
I got your lady, turned you to a hater nigga
You can start a war, it won’t end in your favor nigga
On my bullshit, Rosé by the cases
She might be bad to you, but to me she basic
Old money, new money, my money ageless
Big face, small face, just taste it

[Hook]
Run tell ‘em that, run tell ‘em that
Run tell ‘em that, run tell ‘em that
Shawty back
Now tell ‘em that, now tell ‘em that
Now tell ‘em that, now tell ‘em that
And I let them things go like a quarterback
Peyton Manning, Mike Vick
Eli, I do this shit
Now tell ‘em that, now tell ‘em that
I let them things go like a quarterback

[Verse 2]
There might be a Chevy on the block twerking
Twenty-four seven, we don’t stop serving
Rosé spilling, we never stop swerving
Got that raw Kelly bunny, and she not a virgin
House on the hills, Kelly cosign
I go to jail, Kelly bail me out in no time
Got a white girl fetish
Keep me in the streets and my side hoes jealous
Tell me what you want but you niggas know the truth
Getting money in the hood, growing while I’m in the booth
If her ass come back then you know we got a winner
Throw Kelly in the pot now she got a twin sister

[Hook]
Run tell ‘em that, run tell ‘em that
Run tell ‘em that, run tell ‘em that
Shawty back
Now tell ‘em that, now tell ‘em that
Now tell ‘em that, now tell ‘em that
And I let them things go like a quarterback
Peyton Manning, Mike Vick
Eli, I do this shit
Now tell ‘em that, now tell ‘em that
I let them things go like a quarterback

Gucci Mane – Ever (3 For Free Mixtape)

[Intro: Shawty Redd & Gucci Mane]
It’s 2017 nigga
Welcome home ‘wop, blurr
Shawty Redd, new bitch nigga, y’all niggas motherfuck’ at?
Pyrex pot
East Atlanta, Zone 6
Trap house
Nigga where y’all think this shit started from, nigga
It’s Gucci
Ay Guc’, welcome home my nigga, I salute to you my nigga
Ay, hol’ up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Let me take you back to my Shawty Redd days
Just sold ten bales, pulled up to the club blazed
In an all-red Charger with some with some on-set trays
Hittin’ on all-red kush, got on all-red J’s
Got a trap house in the 6 with a 12-foot fence
I’m Guwop the walkin’ lick but can’t nobody take shit
Had to shut the trap down, the red Dolce’s hit
Had to crack it back up, the red dogs ain’t shit
See your pack just touched, everybody want bricks
So you can tell the black cats they can suck my dick
It’s just a Sun Valley nigga, I’m had tryna get rich
I killed your dog yesterday, you can call me Mike Vick
Say you never met a killer, then you never met me
Hold up, hold up, they done let the ‘wop free
Hold up, hold up, he say he want a hundred keys
Well pull up, pull up, none for you and more for me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)
They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Don’t go with my main squeeze, she ain’t gotta fuck me
But bitch ain’t never met a nigga that can hustle like me
And you’ll never meet a nigga with a duffel like me
With the money and the mind and the muscle like me
I done rob so many niggas I can’t even trust me
Gotta walk in with the strap, they can never search me
Call me Gucci the unmercable, they’ll never merc me
I just bought a new convertible, they’ll never touch me
I hate mice, I hate rats, nigga that’s my pet peeve
I throw stacks, I shoot dice, nigga I’m so side street
If you ain’t ’bout lettin’ that pistol go, don’t stand beside me
Said Guwop ain’t got eight figures, I feel like you’re tryin’ me
‘Wop

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)