Problems? (NEW)

Ayy) Look, don’t start none, won’t be none, I said—pull up on a opp like “Do we got a problem?” bag heavy, Glock louder than your album. Mink draggin’ while I’m steppin’ out in Harlem. [Hook – , doubled vocals] Pull up on a opp, do we got a problem? Racks in the backseat, clip in the console. Wrist on beam, neck full of fossils, Talkin’ real slick? Now he duckin' in the potholes. Do we got a—uh? (What?) Do we got a problem? (Huh?) Shorty got a bag, I just came to solve it. Whole team eatin’ while they beg for involvement. [Verse 1 – , laid-back flex] I don’t play internet beef, I’m a ghost, Took her out to Turks, left the drama on the coast. Tell ’em I’m the wave, no cap, I float — Runnin' through these bands like I’m chasin' a boat. My chick bad with a diamond tongue, Your crew soft like bubblegum. Tell that boy chill, I ain't one to front — If we got a problem, I'm the one to confront. [Verse 2 –, hard punchlines + luxury flex] They want war, we in the field , And my shooter in Dior, he don’t care how you feel. Big face Rollie, time don’t heal — So I pull up in the Lambo, banana peel. Who got a problem? Name that name — I'm in Saint Laurent with a Louie flame. Tried to play cute, but he ain't my lane — Now he in the back block yellin’ out shame. [Bridge – Both switch off lines] : Say it's up? Then we press that issue. : Clip too long, need a custom pistol. : Cartier lens, still see through the shade. : Tell the opps I’m rich, now duck that fade. [Hook – , doubled vocals] Pull up on a opp, do we got a problem? Racks in the backseat, clip in the console. Wrist on beam, neck full of fossils, Talkin’ real slick? Now he duckin' in the potholes. [Outro – whisper flow, eerie echo FX] Yeah... pull up… Do we have a problem?