Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Problematic, artist - K Koke.
Date of issue: 10.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Problematic |
Times were hard as a kid |
We was little shits runnin' round on the strip shottin' bits |
Gettin older watchin' all the olders do their shit |
Thinkin' yeah we wanna put the work in and get the food and flip |
Then we started doin' that |
Just me and the crew an' that |
And then the 5−0 and little haters tried to ruin that |
But they ain’t doin' that |
So we switched it up and started dodgin' all the plod and fuckin' robbin' all |
the thugs |
Cos im a problem |
A problem that don’t need solvin' |
Any problem that needs solvin' I’ll just come with that revolver |
Aim watch revolver |
Take your homeboy out his golf |
And dump him in the sea |
And golf him with the 45 colt him |
If hes runnin… |
Times were hard as a kid |
We was little shits runnin' round on the strip shottin' bits |
Gettin older watchin' all the olders do their shit |
Thinkin' yeah we wanna put the work in and get the food and flip |
Then we started doin' that |
Just me and the crew an' that |
And then the 5−0 and little haters tried to ruin that |
But they ain’t doin' that |
So we switched it up and started dodgin' all the plod and fuckin' robbin' all |
the thugs |
Cos im a problem |
A problem that don’t need solvin' |
Any problem that needs solvin' I’ll just come with that revolver |
Aim watch? |
revolver |
Take your homeboy out his golf |
And dump him in the sea |
And golf him with the 45 colt him |
If hes runnin |
Know that shit’ll halt him |
He ain’t winning here |
Hes losing here like hes maltin' |
I’m too sick, I’m just revoltin' |
In a GTI with 2 sticks, I’m gonna golf him |
First of all let me big up Zdot |
Because this beat makes me wanna go and dish out head tops |
Start squeezin on a pistol (bang) until the lead stops |
No rastaman ting im clappin' 'til the dread locks |
Shakeel was done there when I let that 9 pop |
Started bustin' through cars |
Tryna hit man’s head top |
No gloves or no bally |
It weren’t a pre-planned situation |
Normally I’m masked up like I’m Jason |
Man come on us to talk about they had a MAC on them |
I had a 9 on me so of course I’m gonna clap on them |
It’s either me or you, and it’s you, not me |
RIP to you if we’ve got beef |
Cos if I catch you in the streets |
When the strap’s filled with teeth, then its peak |
I’ll make a nigga drop like a leaf |
Look, trust I ain’t a pum pum |
The straps filled with dum dums |
If I buss through your window it might end up hittin mum’s mums |
An' now your nan’s touched and your son’s slumped |
Plod can’t link me to the firearm because the gun’s dumped |
Minor though we got the shotty there and that gun’s pumped |
So if you want it you can have it all in a lump sum, pop |
Pour Henny for my niggas in the grave |
Lick shots for my niggas in the cage |
Got 8 in the gat, 6 in the spinners, 12 in the gague |
Prepared for the snakes, |
I’m on a general ting |
Man’ll give the order |
Release man in |
No badabing bullshit |
10 Aystars with the dog and the full clip |
Tell him take charge press hard 'til they forfeit |
Make the floor split, spin barrel orbit |
Tell him be calm, treason your lordship |
Warship, kickin off your door with |
A bagaman Taliban and bomb your whole fortress |
Of course it’s, driven by poor shit |
Comin from the bottom tryna spin off in a Porsche whip |
Fuck talkin', slugs for informers |
Runnin up the guns’ll have you runnin' from the forefeit |
I’ve got a drummer with a full kit |
But no Keith Moon, just my brother holdin' 2 sticks |
True shit. |
loose lips move ship |
Sail away, makes crews sick |
Aye aye captain, shots fly at him |
Make a boy backspin, when the 8 slaps him |
He’s got chalk no cue stick |
'ca my dogs dont cause no |
Stupid, fuckin with the movment |
Well make his mum move when we find out where this yout lives |
Bam bam bam |
Send Aystar with the dog on the |