Lyrics
They lookin' like they flex I think we got a problem
They puffin' out they chest I think we got a problem
They lookin' like they flex I think we got a problem
They puffin' out they chest I think we got a problem
No doubt about it rough necks no clout without enough flex
I'm bound to ground a punk bitch burn blunts up on the sun deck
Brighter than the sunset you catch the shine you upset
Talk too much bro that's a problem tre-revolve em gun check
Drop the flows like clumsy waiters rhyme sayers never settle
Stand on roofs you still ain't on my level
You chillin' with the devil but I'm way up in the clouds
Charged with disturbing the peace when I'm puffin' loud
So damn right I'm proud when I'm burning down the booth
Cause every line is candy hope you people got a sweet tooth
I'm packing up my stuff cause it's time for me to peace
But before I leave I'll merk this D.R.K. beat lets go
They lookin' like they flex I think we got a problem
They puffin' out they chest I think we got a problem
They lookin' like they flex I think we got a problem
They puffin' out they chest I think we got a problem
They lookin' like they flex I think we got a problem
They puffin' out they chest I think we got a problem
No doubt about it renegades making mics disintegrate
They've been afraid to generate the revenue just sit and wait
Get the bag get the guap post haste set up shop
Hustle mind got it from my moms and pops
If a dollar must be made I'ma fade all these other chumps
You can't get my bread but you can take all these other crumbs
Rock em like a sucker punch don't mean always cut and run
But everybody got a motive they just actin' fuckin' sus
Step up in my bubble I don't trust you and I'll shut you down
Operation fuck you up now tell me how that planning sounds
Blasting loud like a sub in a Honda type R
Eight grand is fire burn the competition by far
They lookin' like they flex I think we got a problem
They puffin' out they chest I think we got a problem
They lookin' like they flex I think we got a problem
They puffin' out they chest I think we got a problem
They lookin' like they flex I think we got a problem
They puffin' out they chest I think we got a problem
No doubt about it bring the goons
Fly like we Chinese balloons you meet your doom
You see it loom above your head like it's a tomb
What's the problem choose an option
Better choose that shit with caution
We've been awesome y'all been flopping
At the bottom soon forgotten
On my dick like you a condom and it's funny too
They scatter like some roaches when we running through
Bruh it's simple don't pretend to be a villain acting like a thug
Scared to do the killing or meet up with the plug
We the drug that you shoot up your veins it's off the chain
Off the brain we've been spilling the realness on these lames
Swerve in your lane like a kamikaze pilot
Rap sheet a mile long if you tripping file it
They lookin' like they flex I think we got a problem
They puffin' out they chest I think we got a problem
They lookin' like they flex I think we got a problem
They puffin' out they chest I think we got a problem
They lookin' like they flex I think we got a problem
They puffin' out they chest I think we got a problem
Written by: Derek Padilla, Gerald Augustine Rodriguez