Like Whaaat (feat. Bad Lucc)

Текст песни Problem, Bad Lucc - Like Whaaat (feat. Bad Lucc)

[Verse 1: Problem]
Who that, talking 'bout, who that
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 grip pump on his lap at all times
Wherever, however, 'cause young niggas stay tryin'
See 'em 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
Mi- Mi- 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 (nah)
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

[Hook: Problem]
Yeah, I'm just doin' my thang
Fingers in the sky
Bang- bang- banging my gang like ooh
Go on fall back
'Cause you don't want no problems like that
'Cause we gon' 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 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 'til you serve they ass a slab
Do the math hoes clash, 'cause I got them yelling
Woo, like Flair
And when I'm done they always ask
How you do dat there? Hold up
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]
Yeah, I'm just doin' my thang
Fingers in the sky
Bang- bang- banging my gang like ooh
Go on fall back
'Cause you don't want no problems like that
'Cause we gon' 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 that?
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 be slammin' the scraper
You touch the paper it's go, me I just grind it for show
These hoes is thinking 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 show up with diamonds, nigga, 'cause Lane is the gang, ha!