Like Whaaat (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Problem

Who dat, talkin' bout, who dat? 

Run up on me, you'll get your ass beat blue black 

Go on get nerve, I'm off the curb 

Push mountains herb, you niggas already heard 

The bro Berg keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all times 

Wherever, however, 'cause young niggas they trying 

See 'em and be like "huh, nigga, what?" 

"Huh? Give a fuck like what?" 

Hell yeah, this the remix, these bitches comin' harder than cement 

Put the blow to they nose, no Kleenex 

Shining like the sun, no Phoenix 

Diamond Lane gang wear it big, no 3X (free Miller) 

You gangbangin' foolie chucker 

More niggas still good on the block, Timmy Duncan 

Knocking niggas out they style like a fucking 50 dumpin' 

Labels can't advance me, that Cali nigga that got Diddy dancing (Problem!!) 

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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 

What's smackin 30, under 30 

I'm a young rich black man 

What's happening 

No it ain't Taylor, less' my hands is in 

Grands I'mma spend, grams put them in 

Seen that Bombay, ran from the gin 

Staying low key, still they know me 

Smoking OG, and I blow it by the O-Z 

We faded ho please 

I'm getting stupid high, me and P-R-O-B 

My J's super old, Rick Owens, no sleeves 

We at the after-party, you can bring you own weed 

And We gon' take shots until someone has to drive us home 

Come from a place where they do tote that chrome 

Smile on they face, but ain't nothing a game 

Stacking that paper, don't get in their way 

Or Rat-tat-tat 

Photos 

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 

Look, ok it's OHB so nigga, bag bag 

I got an ounce of that bounce in a Glad bag 

Molly fucking up my liver, got a bad back 

And if you trying to fuck with her, I'mma tax that 

Ass all on the floor, I'm trynna pour it up bitch 

Lean on my dick so slow it up bitch 

And the police trynna pull up on the scene 

Then they ask you what you seen 

I ain't seen shit 

A hundred niggas right behind me that's the drum line 

All you hear is 'blat, blat', hit it one time 

Fuck a punch line, nigga had bread since the lunch line 

I can put them soldiers on the front line 

Open season, just nigga give me the reason 

To bust, and just let it squeeze and 

My rope-a-dope is the meanest 

I box you up in the freezer 

Comatose, paraplegic 

I'm dodging the misdemeanors 

Hoping I don't get subpoenas but I... 

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 

Huh? banging out the truck 

I'm T-Raww, bitch, go on let a nigga fuck 

Huh? bitch you heard what I said 

Your bitch is a bird, but I don't give her bread 

What? Problem pass the weed 

These niggas claim they ballin' 

Then why they clothes free? 

These motherfuckers cheap 

Like a nose bleed seat 

You ain't gotta go to Miami 

Bitch to feel the heat (WOO!) 

LA, burner to your belly 

My niggas OGs, keep the burner in the telly 

Getting head till it ache, that's a motherfucking headache 

Do this shit tonight, send it straight to felly felly 

Nigga Why? I'm selling dreams, the money team 

Niggas spend crack but they ain't got no fiends 

Got the juice and the cream 

Wu-Tang, Raheim 

I'm a motherfucking, money machine nigga 

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 

How ya do that there! 

Probably getting paper 

But don't fuck with you broke hoes, niggas, or you haters 

Maaan D. Howard with the motherfucking Lakers 

I represent the street, No Limit is the label 

Throw your hoods up, motherfucker where you from? 

We in this bitch deep 

And it can get dumb 

Niggas in the back motherfucker poppin' bottles 

Chasing bad bitches and them niggas throwing dollars 

Louis V down from my head to my toes 

C-Murder in the pen, and that iron getting swole 

Never gave a fuck 'bout no niggas wanna hate 

Keep the chopper in the car, case a nigga wanna play 

She showed me the titties, I call them bitches Dhali 

I know she a freak, cause she gone off molly 

Pushing 160 when I'm riding in the go 

You ain't from round here, nigga better walk slow, or get smoked