Problem - Young Thug

Okay, okay, so, YSL

We’re YSL AKA private flight gang, you know?

Yeah, man, we’re the private flight 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, nailed her like a mount

These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns

Boy that’s your problem

I might fuck her but boy that’s your problem

Gettin' extorted, then 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' bit', that’s my problem (Bling

bloaw)

Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' Prada

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 on a boot now I’m Paris Hilton dancing'

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, no (Never)

I’m runnin' round with a bitch, mouth '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

Blatt!

Cookin' white like the Porsches

Shout out to Nelly Air Forces

Hop in that ‘Ghini ran right on your porch

Hop out like motherfuck the doors

Yeah, I’ma go 'head 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, nailed her like a mount

These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns

Boy, that’s your problem

I might fuck her but 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' bit', that’s my problem

Boy, check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' Prada

Damn, we gon' try you in these streets

We don’t 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 fligth 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' (Yeah)

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, nailed her like a mount

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' extorted, 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' bit', that’s my problem

Boy, check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' Prada

Yah, yeah

Yah, yeah