Isaac Flame - Problem lyrics

[Produced by Isaac Flame] [Intro] Okay okay, so, YSL We're YSL aka private fly gang you know Yeah man, we're the private fly gang you know... join in b**h [Hook] b**hes in love with these slimers, how many now? Lil n***a money long as a Greyhound Smokin' that sh** out the pound We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found These b**hes come and go round and go round I took the booty, nailed her like a mount These b**hes gon' cover me, I call them gowns Boy that's your problem I might f** her but boy that's your problem Gettin' extorted, then boy, that's your problem No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma Send him up to God with no problem Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil b**h that's my problem (Bling, Blaww) Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherf**in' Prada [Verse 1] In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm ga**in' I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin' I done took off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing' And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a f**ing Grammy Pa** me that mud, please just pa** me that mud Sticky white birds, call 'em doves Implants up under my girls Please no-no fallin' in love, no I'm runnin' round with a b**h, mouth bout thick as a cup Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me some dubs And I'ma lie to that ho like a rug Gettin' money of course Blat! Cookin' white like the Porsches Shout out to Nelly Air Forces Hop in that ‘ghini ran right on your porch Hop out like motherf** the doors Yeah, I'ma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo (Free Offset n***a) [Hook] b**hes in love with these slimers, how many now? Lil n***a money long as a Greyhound Smokin' that sh** out the pound We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found These b**hes come and go round and go round I took the booty, nailed her like a mount These b**hes gon' cover me, I call them gowns Boy that's your problem I might f** her but boy that's your problem Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma Send him up to God with no problem Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil b**h that's my problem Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherf**in' problem [Verse 2] Damn, we gon' try you in these streets We don't jihad with no sheiks How long ago? Bout a week All my attires are neat All of her friends are unique I wanna f** at least three Can I? (Yeah, sheesh) He playin'? I pop him like pop tarts I'ma demon, only see when dark I look like I got a Visa card Private fly gang, yeah agree with us Dinosaur B's and some C's with us I like that cat bald like an eagle bruh Since I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us Damn it's Friday, I need angel dust I f** that b**h if she starin' Pull up and hop out Mclarens Don't say I won't cause that's darin' I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow Yeah, my b**h is a motherf**in' horse with no saddle Yeah, shoot that b**h one time with a double barrel [Hook] b**hes in love with these slimers, how many now? Lil n***a money long as a Greyhound Smokin' that sh** out the pound We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found These b**hes come and go round and go round I took the booty, nailed her like a mount These b**hes gon' cover me, I call them gowns Boy that's your problem I might f** up a boy that's your problem Gettin' extorted, lil boy, that's your problem No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma Send him up to God with no problem Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil b**h that's my problem Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherf**in' problem [Outro] Yaaaaa, yeah Yaaaaa, yeah