Rich Homie Quan - No Problems lyrics

[Produced by Honorable C.N.O.T.E.] [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi Tennis shoes my choices ain't sh** changed but my bottom I ain't sh** lame without my partners Your b**h came to my house to get f**ed by my roster My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah These n***as 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 sh** just got real like this [Verse 1: Peewee Longway] Rich Homie, this feeling, man it on vibe And can't no s**ers get in my ride So I slowly let them Forgis glide Now let that marinate while your b**h 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 pa**, make sure you saying grace My homies at your a**, aiming at your face [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi Tennis shoes my choices ain't sh** changed but my bottom I ain't sh** lame without my partners Your b**h came to my house to get f**ed by my roster My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah These n***as 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 sh** just got real like this [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Yeah I don't put sixes, she should put fours on I told her [?] just so I could f** her with her clothes on 50 b**hes hit my line in jail on my cellphone [?] n***as say he got the sticky icky purp velcro Say he got a truck load, tell me what I don't know n***as 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 [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi Tennis shoes my choices ain't sh** changed but my bottom I ain't sh** lame without my partners Your b**h came to my house to get f**ed by my roster My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah These n***as 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 sh** just got real like this