Trap Problems Lyrics & Chords By Migos

I been balling so long but I don't want no problems Keep that FN in reach, but I don't want no problems Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don't want no problems I know every lock on Slauson, but I don't want no problems Pullin up in YSL, these young niggas got problems They can't see me with that wooly, they gon swear it's a problem I'm gon slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems OG bag ‘pose to be in, what the world is the problem? Imma wrap my money it look like Oprah Winfrey Imma sell one of my mansions, everything new but the kitchen Ain't no cypher, no no wrestler, but I'm wrapping in midget And I'm master selling them P's, now my money no limit I got my bed up, I shed up, don't let up, no police, I'm fed up They cannot forget us, I got your schedule, I fuck up your schedule I shoot at your head, your dreads, they buy us You bitches just know it's too hard to get by us I'm not advertising but boy you can try us I sang to your bitch and she call me Mariah I see and read everything round me but bibles Bugatti I swear, I'm not gonna hurt anybody I swear I'm not gonna tell anybody Just get it this molly and stand right beside me I'm with PeeWee Longway You know every day a long day You know I'm not Kanye, but I been rocking since the first day I see you walking with that sack, Imma take it like Debo Me and Thug in the alleyway, we hit em up below If you tell on my partner DMingo Imma shoot you like free throw Run up on my brother Takeoff, Imma whoop you like Rico Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga My nigga keep pistols grenades and missiles My diamonds they cold as icicles I'm trapping and making a deal like a pickle I am the nigga you want to be My diamonds they black just like Willie B Niggas in the hood they know me I walk around with the set, no army Porsche Panamera, one button, top gone All these bad bitches, Spanish hoes, Hong Kong Plug hit my phone (Brrt) I just need a zone Birds singing like harmony but I don't need a bone Choppers and uzis, you talking, we're shooting I'm moving my squad and my family, ain't no recruiting I do what I do, you know I keep it true Without throwing on true, your religion is fool Old ass money but the whip brand new On brand new shoes, got brand new jewels Whipping that Yayo, looking like mayo It come from Barbados, my wrist is tornado I kick it like Kato, hundred round drums Walking with bombs, serving the junkies they asking for crumbs And it ain't no problem, got that revolver Think you a problem, I got to solve you We ducking police like we felons Put two hundred on your watermelon That's your head, or cerebellum These fuck niggas fake niggas know that they telling Them tickets them pigeons, you know that I sell them My migo, he hit me, you know that I mail him If Thug want a pack you know Imma let him These fuck niggas ain't special