Smokes - Problem Day lyrics

[Hook] Everday, be a problem day Gotta get yo cash, stay outta harms way Stay outta fed face, stay outta fed place [x2] [Verse 1 - Smokes] You don't want them problems when you come to the bahamas Im on sprite, smokin keisha, i got white for your neighbours BARS granola, CARS crayola Messing with my young n***as, you gone get f**ed over Im getting money now, for that green its mandown Get yo meal, be for real, if you a G, now how that sound? Me and rio ballin, pullin up in them foreign Im michael GABBY jordan, crabby n***as be boring My forces are so coke up, ill hit you with that cobra Your homie is a robot, G.A.B some DOPE BOYS Fed tryna know us, toys r them, guns r us They ask me what i do it for, i do it for them tonka trucks No more going broke, this a letter for momma i wrote Marlins floating off in my pocket, bad women gone quote Catch me in the battlefield for my n***a** an my folks Fetchin for them dollar bills, im santa claus to these hoes [Hook] [Verse 2 - Rio G] Wake up, roll up, so much mula, smoke the shooter Im the mamba, we a combo, cuttah up like kimbo! Sipping on that slow mo, feds taken a photo Mustank ridin solo, catch me ridin polo Step up in my dojo, leave you dancen like a pogo L O U D my language, smoke showed me that Yolo College of the blocks, COB the motto Cabbage Ova b**hes, G.A.B for life , woe Living life fast an i dont wanna crash So if i slow down its like im going back Most local rappers, a bunch of broke actors I bet ya money short even if it on a ladder It was hard to make a dollar, still got beef on the platter (BEY!) Now im making a k**ing, grinding of these local rappers Some false prophets, no marlins in his pocket Just bought a metal jackets, smoke need a stray jacket [Hook]