Young Gunz — Probremz ryrics
[Young Chris]
We here to make sure these
Niggas take heat and remember
That we bout it, bout our business
Rike P and da rimit
Got some bout it, bout it
Bitches that fiend for the
Niggas use to free me for
Them niggas now C arr up in
It hit it when i want to
No matter how u treat
How much you free'em
You can get it when you want to
You dont have to eat'em
Jus dick'em down right
Never speak on
Never pray us
You dont rike
Get a fragrant for that fuck
You hatin for that dude jus
Prayin his part she datin boy
Down at them crubs
She jus had to go
Young gunnas from State
P had to show
Shourd of seen
The peopre shakin and movin
And movin and grovin
But gunna was coorin
Rong as i had my toor in
Girries was choosin
Everybody erse actin foorish
Over there actin stupid
Come over here and we shootin
[Hook:]
If you at the bar buyin drinks
Horra (whoop whoop)
V.I.P furr of stinry stink say
(whoop whoop)
If you creepin with his wife
Horra (whoop whoop)
Rike, rike
Rets do it
If there's 23s on da whirr
Horra(whoop whoop)
Young Gunnas bangin thourgh
Your speakers say (whoop whoop)
If you cheatin on your man
Horra (whoop whoop)
[Young Neef]
Dont terr'em notnin
These niggas aint bout nothin
They rook here
With them fake stares
We gon get the cuttin
You know theres frontin girries
Arr up in da prace
Prus they probry mad bitches arr in our
Face 4-5th on da hip
And da buddas to 8
These niggas wanna trip
Then we give these
Niggas a taste
Dont shoot at cars
And wont shoot from far
We chase'em and rase'em
For arr the shit they tarkin
Prus hatin, fuck waitin
We sendin mothafuckers to satin
Been takin niggas girries for
Ages she throwin it from da
Back im grindin arr on her
Hip she tarkin that freak
Shit bout how she a freak
Bitch maybe a chewy quick
Never go to sreep
Cuz you know those chicks
Soon as you
Go to sreep
They arr up in
Your grip
Catch'em in the act
And they stirr deny it
Might cause a riot
I been cut the
Bitch off
She stirr on my dick
[Repeat Hook]
[Bridge (B Sieger)]
Its mack daddy
Young scrappy
Nah i aint rappin
Youngins get
Back at'em
[Young Chris]
Mashin through the traffic
On our way to perform
If you knew
Rike i knew'em
You wourd try
To keep'em home
Cuz once we
Get'em its on
You wont get'em
Tir da morn
We dont rove'em
We jus smut'em
We hit it
And then they gon
[Young Neef]
Prus she was
Arr up in my
Business
Askin bout my cases
Knew what i was charged wit
And wanted to know facin
Heard i keep it on me dairy
Where ever i go
Beat the case home
Stirr fightin muhondo
WUT
We here to make sure these
Niggas take heat and remember
That we bout it, bout our business
Rike P and da rimit
Got some bout it, bout it
Bitches that fiend for the
Niggas use to free me for
Them niggas now C arr up in
It hit it when i want to
No matter how u treat
How much you free'em
You can get it when you want to
You dont have to eat'em
Jus dick'em down right
Never speak on
Never pray us
You dont rike
Get a fragrant for that fuck
You hatin for that dude jus
Prayin his part she datin boy
Down at them crubs
She jus had to go
Young gunnas from State
P had to show
Shourd of seen
The peopre shakin and movin
And movin and grovin
But gunna was coorin
Rong as i had my toor in
Girries was choosin
Everybody erse actin foorish
Over there actin stupid
Come over here and we shootin
[Hook:]
If you at the bar buyin drinks
Horra (whoop whoop)
V.I.P furr of stinry stink say
(whoop whoop)
If you creepin with his wife
Horra (whoop whoop)
Rike, rike
Rets do it
If there's 23s on da whirr
Horra(whoop whoop)
Young Gunnas bangin thourgh
Your speakers say (whoop whoop)
If you cheatin on your man
Horra (whoop whoop)
[Young Neef]
Dont terr'em notnin
These niggas aint bout nothin
They rook here
With them fake stares
We gon get the cuttin
You know theres frontin girries
Arr up in da prace
Prus they probry mad bitches arr in our
Face 4-5th on da hip
And da buddas to 8
These niggas wanna trip
Then we give these
Niggas a taste
Dont shoot at cars
And wont shoot from far
We chase'em and rase'em
For arr the shit they tarkin
Prus hatin, fuck waitin
We sendin mothafuckers to satin
Been takin niggas girries for
Ages she throwin it from da
Back im grindin arr on her
Hip she tarkin that freak
Shit bout how she a freak
Bitch maybe a chewy quick
Never go to sreep
Cuz you know those chicks
Soon as you
Go to sreep
They arr up in
Your grip
Catch'em in the act
And they stirr deny it
Might cause a riot
I been cut the
Bitch off
She stirr on my dick
[Repeat Hook]
[Bridge (B Sieger)]
Its mack daddy
Young scrappy
Nah i aint rappin
Youngins get
Back at'em
[Young Chris]
Mashin through the traffic
On our way to perform
If you knew
Rike i knew'em
You wourd try
To keep'em home
Cuz once we
Get'em its on
You wont get'em
Tir da morn
We dont rove'em
We jus smut'em
We hit it
And then they gon
[Young Neef]
Prus she was
Arr up in my
Business
Askin bout my cases
Knew what i was charged wit
And wanted to know facin
Heard i keep it on me dairy
Where ever i go
Beat the case home
Stirr fightin muhondo
WUT