Problemz - Young Gunz

We here to make sure these niggas take heat and remember

That we bout it bout it business

Like P in the Limit

Got some bout it bout it bitches that fein for the nigga

Used to flee me for the niggas now C all up in it

Hit it when I want to no matter how you treat 'em

How much you flee 'em you can get it when you want to

You don’t have to eat 'em

Just dick 'em down right

Never speak on another playa she don’t like

Get a flagrant for that

Fuck you hatin' for

Dude just playin' his part, she datin bull

Down at the club she just had to go

Young Gunnas from State P had a show

You show see them people shakin and shakin

And movin and groovin but Gunna was coolin

Long as I had my tullin' the girlies was choosin

Everybody else actin foolish

Over there actin stupid

Come over here and we shootin

If you at the bar buying drinks holla

Ooh Ooh

V.I.P full of sticky stick say

OOh Ooh

If you ready creep wit his wife holla

Ooh ooh (like, like) let’s do it

If its 23's on the wheel’s holla

Ooh Ooh

Young Gunnaz bangin through the speaker say

Ooh Ooh

If you cheatin on ya man tonight holla

Ooh Ooh (like) ooh ooh (like) ooh ooh let’s do it

Don’t tell 'em nothing

These niggas ain’t bout nothin

They look here wit them fake stares

We gon get to cuttin

You know they frontin girlies up in the place

Plus they probably mad bitches up in out face

4−5th on the hip

And them Buddahs a 8

These niggas wanna trip

Then we give these niggas a taste

Don’t shoot at cars

And won’t shoot from far

We chase 'em and lace 'em

For all the shit they talking plus hatin fuck waitin

We send a mothafuckas to Satan

Been takin niggas girlies for ages

She throwin it from the back

I’m grindin all on her hips

She talkin that freak shit

How bout she a freak bitch

Maybe a chewie quick

Never go to sleep cause you know them chicks

Soon’s you go to sleep they all up in your grip

Catch 'em in the act and they still deny it

Might cause a riot

I been cut the bitch off

She still on my dick

Its Mack daddy Young Scrappy

Nah I ain’t rappin Youngins get back at 'em

All the action through the traffic on our way to perform

If you knew like I knew you would try to keep 'em home

Soon as we give 'em the song

You hit it before the mornin'

We don’t love 'em we just smut 'em

We hit it and then they gone

Plus she was all up in my business

Askin bout my cases

Knew what I was charged with

And wanna know what I’m facin

Heard I keep it on me daily wherever I go

Beat the case

Homes still fight Muhando

Yup!