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[Verse 1: Problem]
Who that talking 'bout "who that?"
Run up on me? You get your ass beat blue-black (What)
Go on, get nerve, I'm off the curb
Push mountains of herb, you n*ggas already heard
The bro Berg keep a pistol grip pump on his lap at all times (Times)
Wherever, however, 'cause young n*ggas stay tryin' (Ugh)
See 'em and be like “Huh, n*gga what?“
“Huh? Give a f*ck, like whaaat?“
Blow my weed (Yeah), smash the gas (Gas), hop up in my lane
sh*t be looking way different through these thousand-dollar frames
Mi—Mi—Millionaire mind, f*ck the thousand-dollar brain
Thousand-dollar lame, only get loud around his gang-ass n*gga
"Whaat, whaat"-ass n*gga (Whaaat)
Compton for real, you ain't gotta ask, n*gga (Nah)
Floating through the city like I'm on a raft, n*gga
Mike Vick with the sh*t: I don't need a pass, n*gga
Like, what that sh*t do?

[Chorus: Problem]
Huh, yeah, I'm just doin' my thing
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? n*gga what?
Huh? Give a f*ck, n*gga, whaaat?"
A n*gga be like "Huh? n*gga, what?
Huh? Give a f*ck, n*gga, whaaat?"
A n*gga be like
[Verse 2: Problem]
Huh, your money funny, you a clown (Clown)
Your b*tch hit me up, then I'm prolly going down (Down)
It depends on how much of that sh*t I just had
Pill cool, but I prefer my MDMA by the bag (Whaaat)
Heavy hitter right here, all you other n*ggas jabs
Big talking 'bout beef 'til you serve they ass a slab (Ha)
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 (Whaaat), word to Master P and Young Bleed (Bleed)
I pull your b*tch, she tryna kick it fast as Chun Li (Whaaat)
'Cause I'm a pimp, see, word to Bun B, underground king
No checker, shout out to the b*tch pressing
Get a weight lift, r—r—reppin' Cal' like Ripken
I'm on fire right now, P burnin', no syphilis (Whaaat)
Strap it up (Up), you murder the pus*y
For real beef, you don't talk, you just murder a pus*y
See me?

[Chorus: 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? n*gga, what?
Huh? Give a f*ck, n*gga, whaaat?"
A n*gga be like, "Huh? n*gga, what?
Huh? Give a f*ck, n*gga, whaaat?"
A n*gga be like
[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]
Who that? I bet your lady knew that (Ugh)
She say he got a ticket on the molly, mami, do that (Do that)
Thugging with my round, Diamond Lane, I thought you knew that (Yeah)
Pound half-Raider, hundred-six is where we grew that (Ha)
See me on the ten with my squad, we so trill (Trill)
Or uptown with them foolies, n*gga, trapping by the mill
I do it for my bros on the Locke, them hoes on stop
I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top (Come on)
Now it's four-four-twos, my pack a bang, rewinding
My b*tch is red as a Honda throw back on them Yokohamas
I be slammin' the scraper, you touch the paper, it's go (Go)
Me, I just grind it for show, these hoes is thinking it's snow (Go)
I get it going, my nig', I blow the horn and she ready
Disrespectful? n*gga, please, I’m the one with the fetti (Fetti)
I'm going out with a bang (Bang), it's Lane on the chain (Chain)
I just show up with diamonds, n*gga, 'cause Lane is the gang, ha! (Diamond Lane)