Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Problems (No Rights), artist - Hotboii. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Problems (No Rights) |
| Cut the fan on |
| Double O, lil' baby |
| (Thanks, Yakree) |
| (Slayer) |
| Killed my nigga, no rights |
| Now they wanna indict me |
| Shackles on my left and right wrist |
| I shook the system, now they diamonds |
| Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let’s light it |
| The way we hit it, you ain’t gon' like it |
| Big bankroll, still got problems |
| You can have millions, you still can’t solve 'em |
| Killed my nigga, no rights |
| Now they wanna indict me |
| Shackles on my left and right wrist |
| I shook the system, now they diamonds |
| Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let’s light it |
| The way we hit it, you ain’t gon' like it |
| Big bankroll, still got problems |
| You can have millions, you still can’t solve 'em |
| Uh, I’m a seven-figure nigga and I still got problems |
| I just wanna run up them M’s and go and cop me a new Lam' and do it tomorrow |
| Just 'cause we blood, it don’t really mean that we fam, my family know who they |
| are |
| I changed my ways just for my lil' son, for you, lil' nigga, go above and beyond |
| Ain’t doin' no cappin', a nigga run down on me, I swear you gon' be in a blunt |
| That nigga just rappin', everybody in the streets know they ain’t touchin' |
| nothin' |
| Niggas be cap, yeah, so that rap, won’t feel it |
| Talkin' 'bout racks, got plenty |
| I don’t see how they blame coronavirus, I blew up through epidemic |
| Bougie bitch gon' tell you spend it, a trick always reveal |
| A diamond, she gon' tell you flip it 'cause she always kept it real |
| And a fuck nigga, he gon' tell, have a nigga locked, waitin' on mail |
| If I got bond, always made bail, I don’t even get to make it to no cell |
| Killed my nigga, no rights |
| Now they wanna indict me |
| Shackles on my left and right wrist |
| I shook the system, now they diamonds |
| Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let’s light it |
| The way we hit it, you ain’t gon' like it |
| Big bankroll, still got problems |
| You can have millions, you still can’t solve 'em |
| Killed my nigga, no rights |
| Now they wanna indict me |
| Shackles on my left and right wrist |
| I shook the system, now they diamonds |
| Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let’s light it |
| The way we hit it, you ain’t gon' like it |
| Big bankroll, still got problems |
| You can have millions, you still can’t solve 'em |
| Even though I love these hundreds and how I add 'em |
| All these problems that I been havin' ain’t got nothin' to do with mathematics |
| I probably couldn’t solve 'em if I ain’t have ratchet |
| Was times had to sleep in the trap, no mattress |
| Won’t take a loss, I don’t wanna move backwards |
| I’m gettin' this cheese, I don’t care 'bout who havin' |
| I don’t really like leanin', but in the fast lane, I poured me a four up |
| Finna cop me a demon, but when I die, God, I still wanna go up |
| And we up now, I don’t give a fuck who was here before us |
| Remember back then, ain’t know us |
| That’s when we ain’t get no love |
| We ridin' with the gang, we don’t do no foldin' |
| We ridin' with them thangs whenever we rollin' |
| We ridin' with the gang, we don’t do no foldin' |
| We ridin' with them thangs whenever we rollin' |
| Killed my nigga, no rights |
| Now they wanna indict me |
| Shackles on my left and right wrist |
| I shook the system, now they diamonds |
| Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let’s light it |
| The way we hit it, you ain’t gon' like it |
| Big bankroll, still got problems |
| You can have millions, you still can’t solve 'em |
| Killed my nigga, no rights |
| Now they wanna indict me |
| Shackles on my left and right wrist |
| I shook the system, now they diamonds |
| Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let’s light it |
| The way we hit it, you ain’t gon' like it |
| Big bankroll, still got problems |
| You can have millions, you still can’t solve 'em |