Problematic - K Koke, Aystar

Times were hard as a kid

We was little shits runnin' round on the strip shottin' bits

Gettin older watchin' all the olders do their shit

Thinkin' yeah we wanna put the work in and get the food and flip

Then we started doin' that

Just me and the crew an' that

And then the 5−0 and little haters tried to ruin that

But they ain’t doin' that

So we switched it up and started dodgin' all the plod and fuckin' robbin' all

the thugs

Cos im a problem

A problem that don’t need solvin'

Any problem that needs solvin' I’ll just come with that revolver

Aim watch revolver

Take your homeboy out his golf

And dump him in the sea

And golf him with the 45 colt him

If hes runnin…

Times were hard as a kid

We was little shits runnin' round on the strip shottin' bits

Gettin older watchin' all the olders do their shit

Thinkin' yeah we wanna put the work in and get the food and flip

Then we started doin' that

Just me and the crew an' that

And then the 5−0 and little haters tried to ruin that

But they ain’t doin' that

So we switched it up and started dodgin' all the plod and fuckin' robbin' all

the thugs

Cos im a problem

A problem that don’t need solvin'

Any problem that needs solvin' I’ll just come with that revolver

Aim watch?

revolver

Take your homeboy out his golf

And dump him in the sea

And golf him with the 45 colt him

If hes runnin

Know that shit’ll halt him

He ain’t winning here

Hes losing here like hes maltin'

I’m too sick, I’m just revoltin'

In a GTI with 2 sticks, I’m gonna golf him

First of all let me big up Zdot

Because this beat makes me wanna go and dish out head tops

Start squeezin on a pistol (bang) until the lead stops

No rastaman ting im clappin' 'til the dread locks

Shakeel was done there when I let that 9 pop

Started bustin' through cars

Tryna hit man’s head top

No gloves or no bally

It weren’t a pre-planned situation

Normally I’m masked up like I’m Jason

Man come on us to talk about they had a MAC on them

I had a 9 on me so of course I’m gonna clap on them

It’s either me or you, and it’s you, not me

RIP to you if we’ve got beef

Cos if I catch you in the streets

When the strap’s filled with teeth, then its peak

I’ll make a nigga drop like a leaf

Look, trust I ain’t a pum pum

The straps filled with dum dums

If I buss through your window it might end up hittin mum’s mums

An' now your nan’s touched and your son’s slumped

Plod can’t link me to the firearm because the gun’s dumped

Minor though we got the shotty there and that gun’s pumped

So if you want it you can have it all in a lump sum, pop

Pour Henny for my niggas in the grave

Lick shots for my niggas in the cage

Got 8 in the gat, 6 in the spinners, 12 in the gague

Prepared for the snakes,

I’m on a general ting

Man’ll give the order

Release man in

No badabing bullshit

10 Aystars with the dog and the full clip

Tell him take charge press hard 'til they forfeit

Make the floor split, spin barrel orbit

Tell him be calm, treason your lordship

Warship, kickin off your door with

A bagaman Taliban and bomb your whole fortress

Of course it’s, driven by poor shit

Comin from the bottom tryna spin off in a Porsche whip

Fuck talkin', slugs for informers

Runnin up the guns’ll have you runnin' from the forefeit

I’ve got a drummer with a full kit

But no Keith Moon, just my brother holdin' 2 sticks

True shit.

loose lips move ship

Sail away, makes crews sick

Aye aye captain, shots fly at him

Make a boy backspin, when the 8 slaps him

He’s got chalk no cue stick

'ca my dogs dont cause no

Stupid, fuckin with the movment

Well make his mum move when we find out where this yout lives

Bam bam bam

Send Aystar with the dog on the