Problem

Okay okay, so, YSL
 We're YSL aka private fly gang you know
 Yeah, we're the private fly gang you know... join in bitch
 Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
 Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
 Smokin' that shit out the pound
 We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
 These bitches come and go round and go round
 I took the booty, nut just like a Mound
 These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
 Boy that's your problem
 I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
 Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
 No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
 Send him up to God with no problem
 Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
 Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem
 In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm gassin'
 I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
 I done took off my boo now I'm (?) dancin'
 And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
 Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud
 Sticky white birds, call 'em doves
 Implants up under my girls
 Please no-no fallin' in love
 I'm runnin' round with a bitch, mine bout thick as a cup
 Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
 And I'ma lie to that ho like a rug
 Gettin' money of course
 Cookin' white like the Porsches
 Shout out to Nelly Air Forces
 Hop in that guinea ran right on your porch
 Hop out like motherfuck the doors
 Yeah, I'ma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo
 (Free Offset nigga)
 Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
 Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
 Smokin' that shit out the pound
 We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
 These bitches come and go round and go round
 I took the booty, nut just like a Mound
 These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
 Boy that's your problem
 I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
 Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
 No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
 Send him up to God with no problem
 Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
 Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem
 Damn, we gon' try you in these streets
 We gon' G her with no sheets
 How long ago? Bout a week
 All my attires are neat
 All of her friends are unique
 I wanna fuck at least three
 Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
 He playin'? I pop him like pop tarts
 I'ma demon, only see when dark
 I look like I got a Visa card
 Private fly gang, yeah agree with us
 Dinosaur B's and some C's with us
 I like that cat bald like an eagle bruh
 Since I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us
 Damn it's Friday, I need angel dust
 I fuck that bitch if she starin'
 Pull up and hop out Mclarens
 Don't say I won't cause that's darin'
 I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow
 Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle
 Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel
 Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
 Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
 Smokin' that shit out the pound
 We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
 These bitches come and go round and go round
 I took the booty, nut just like a Mound
 These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
 Boy that's your problem
 I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
 Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
 No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
 Send him up to God with no problem
 Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
 Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem
 Yaaaaa, yeah
 Yaaaaa, yeah
 
 Okay okay, so, YSL
 We're YSL aka private fly gang you know
 Yeah, we're the private fly gang you know... join in bitch
 Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
 Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
 Smokin' that shit out the pound
 We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
 These bitches come and go round and go round
 I took the booty, nut just like a Mound
 These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
 Boy that's your problem
 I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
 Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
 No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
 Send him up to God with no problem
 Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
 Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem
 In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm gassin'
 I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
 I done took off my boo now I'm (?) dancin'
 And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
 Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud
 Sticky white birds, call 'em doves
 Implants up under my girls
 Please no-no fallin' in love
 I'm runnin' round with a bitch, mine bout thick as a cup
 Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
 And I'ma lie to that ho like a rug
 Gettin' money of course
 Cookin' white like the Porsches
 Shout out to Nelly Air Forces
 Hop in that guinea ran right on your porch
 Hop out like motherfuck the doors
 Yeah, I'ma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo
 (Free Offset nigga)
 Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
 Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
 Smokin' that shit out the pound
 We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
 These bitches come and go round and go round
 I took the booty, nut just like a Mound
 These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
 Boy that's your problem
 I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
 Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
 No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
 Send him up to God with no problem
 Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
 Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem
 Damn, we gon' try you in these streets
 We gon' G her with no sheets
 How long ago? Bout a week
 All my attires are neat
 All of her friends are unique
 I wanna fuck at least three
 Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
 He playin'? I pop him like pop tarts
 I'ma demon, only see when dark
 I look like I got a Visa card
 Private fly gang, yeah agree with us
 Dinosaur B's and some C's with us
 I like that cat bald like an eagle bruh
 Since I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us
 Damn it's Friday, I need angel dust
 I fuck that bitch if she starin'
 Pull up and hop out Mclarens
 Don't say I won't cause that's darin'
 I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow
 Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle
 Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel
 Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
 Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
 Smokin' that shit out the pound
 We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
 These bitches come and go round and go round
 I took the booty, nut just like a Mound
 These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
 Boy that's your problem
 I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
 Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
 No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
 Send him up to God with no problem
 Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
 Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem
 Yaaaaa, yeah
 Yaaaaa, yeah