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