No Problems Lyrics - Gucci Mane

Shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi 

Tennis shoes my choices ain't shit changed but my bottom 

I ain't shit lame without my partners 

Your bitch came to my house to get fucked by my roster 

My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah 

These niggas don't want no problems, yeah 

I can see it in their eyes, the feeling's in my heart 

Got me thinkin' through my mind 

And I can't hide the feeling inside 

I don't know how I feel like this but shit just got real like this 

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Rich Homie, this feeling, man it on vibe 

And can't no suckers get in my ride 

So I slowly let them Forgis glide 

Now let that marinate while your bitch get in my ride 

She can't believe her eyes, the ghost came suicide 

I'm trapping in Guisseppe, gotta make a play, bae let's ride 

In traffic with goons behind me 

And if you got a problem, my god I'm 'fraid I'm drunk 

Rich Homie where they do, it's your boy Longway 

I count a lot of cash, my homies hold AKs 

And if you try to pass, make sure you saying grace 

My homies at your ass, aiming at your face 

Shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi 

Tennis shoes my choices ain't shit changed but my bottom 

I ain't shit lame without my partners 

Your bitch came to my house to get fucked by my roster 

My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah 

These niggas don't want no problems, yeah 

I can see it in their eyes, the feeling's in my heart 

Got me thinkin' through my mind 

And I can't hide the feeling inside 

I don't know how I feel like this but shit just got real like this 

Yeah I don't put sixes, she should put fours on 

I told her [?] just so I could fuck her with her clothes on 

50 bitches hit my line in jail on my cellphone 

Niggas say he got the sticky icky purp velcro 

Say he got a truck load, tell me what I don't know 

Niggas that I run with are all [?] 

Clip got a gun in every pocket of my cargo 

Half a million dollar worth of bails in my condo 

Frisco, oreo, [?] 

I'm in molly world, light a herb with my girl 

Snuck up in the club with a pint in her elbow 

Shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi 

Tennis shoes my choices ain't shit changed but my bottom 

I ain't shit lame without my partners 

Your bitch came to my house to get fucked by my roster 

My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah 

These niggas don't want no problems, yeah 

I can see it in their eyes, the feelings [?] through my mind 

And I can't hide the feeling inside 

I don't know how I feel like this but shit just got real like this