Da Tooly (feat. Young Thug)

They know it's a motherfucking problem, right? (yeah) D. Hill We still surfing, no cap I'm talking 'bout big Problem (big surf) Whole lotta gang (brr) Free Bliff Ayy I made a hundred bands and bought me some bricks I DM'ed Elliot and bought me a wrist You fuck with a Problem, you know it's a problem My young niggas with me, they walk with a chopper I had them demons, they all on my back But I went and seen chief, he had to get 'em up off Jumped off the porch with a goddamn tooly Fast forward, now we in the club making movies I remember times when a nigga was broke And my young nigga with me, gon' shoot off his kufi I know the opps, man, they really be slipping Thеse niggas be tripping, don't know what they doing I know mathеmatics, ran it through the roof (slatt, slatt) Keep the coupe Benz and I popped a new bean I got sticks inside that bando, clean his block up like a mop I got niggas down the road, they ready to kill 'em for a flop I'm fresh as a casket and I want the static Peep the Rolls Royce, been parked in the pantry Peep that hotbox, we slide down and get nasty Now hold on, wait, gang, slow this motherfucker down right quick These niggas, they wanted a problem Don't play with the Problem, they know how it go I got me a bag, these lil' niggas mad, I had to go get me a load These niggas be tripping I know they ain't with it, I send the gang shoot up the show I'm riding in a rental, I tinted the windows, I can't even be exposed Opp block, niggas slide down, we ain't playing 'round Last nigga tried, homicide, he got gunned down This is a famine, these niggas some rats When you mention my name, man, you put it in black I'm in that Bentley, I switch up my car My shooters, they with me, they riding in the 'Cat Jumped off the porch with a goddamn tooly Fast forward, now we in the club making movies Percocet had my mind gone Got another watch, time different time zone You my lil' son, call him my clone And my left pocket got thighs on When I came through, it was eyes on Had a bad bitch calling my phone I'm the young nigga putting this shit on My left wrist got pissed on Look at the way that it glist This flickory-ickory wrist, uh I let the snake out the pit, uh I put the pool in that van, huh Rental car, flipping the van I'm in the coupe with a twin Now hold on, wait, gang, slow this motherfucker down right quick I made a hundred bands and bought me some bricks I DM'ed Elliot and bought me a wrist You fuck with a Problem, you know it's a problem My young niggas with me, they walk with a chopper I had them demons, they all on my back But I went and seen chief, he had to get 'em up off Jumped off the porch with a goddamn tooly Fast forward, now we in the club making movies I remember times when a nigga was broke And my young nigga with me, gon' shoot off his kufi I know the opps, man, they really be slipping These niggas be tripping, don't know what they doing I know mathematics, ran it through the roof (slatt, slatt) Keep the coupe Benz and I popped a new bean I got sticks inside that bando, clean his block up like a mop I got niggas down the road, they ready to kill 'em for a flop