brian fresco - problems lyrics
[produced by saint the goodboy]
[intro: dally auston]
pull a gun on me
[hook: dally auston]
tell me what the f-ck it’s gon’ be
n-ggas ain’t violent, n-ggas real silent
tell me what the f-ck it’s gon’ be
n-ggas ain’t violent, n-ggas real silent
tell me what the f-ck it’s gon’ be
tell me what the f-ck it’s gon’ be
[bridge: dally auston]
gon’ be
violent, silent
gon’ be
violent, silent
gon’ be
gon’ be
[verse 1: dally auston]
and if i live i keep it private
and on my n.o. why she tellin’ me to solve it?
and when you rich them n-ggas you don’t want no problem
and if i die then that’s word just to my mama
take a n-gga’s soul right before he take my liver
saw it in his -ss, he ain’t really have it in him
i’ll tell you ’bout a ghost if you tell me ’bout a liver
have you ever seen the barrel of the bottom of your wishes?
tell me what it’s gon’ be, guns on me
know the army my g’s, pray the lord i keep
f-ck you don’t owe me, middle finger op
k!ll a n-gga my sleep, freddy kruger og
be a og, tell a n-gga ’bout me
tell a n-gga ’bout me
pull that trigger on me
pull that trigger on me
[hook: dally auston]
[verse 2: brian fresco]
murk a p-ssy, n-gga keep it silent
clean his bank account, cop a island
say i’m never hidin’
catch a n-gga ridin’, vibin’
f-ck her, keep it private
only on my phone when i slide in
weed in my blunt like sirens
loud like tires, skrrt off after that violence
she ain’t really used to that action
a fool for the love, frankie lymon
off with the timin’
goin’ cause i’m shinin’, don’t get tossed out the limelight
got a couple fine dyk-s, say they don’t
usually, but for me, they a bagpipe
send her to the room for the act right, never cuddle
right back to the cash life, swear i was a king in my past life
but i think we hit the golden era like last night
better know the curve right, flippin’, call me garrett ice
countin’ dollars precise
[hook: dally auston]
[outro: brian fresco (dally auston)]
you don’t really want no problems (no problems)
f-ckin’ revolver (violent)
problem solver (silent)
eat that sawed off ’til you call it (gonna be)
separate his head from his neck like [?] (violent)
dahmer, jeffery dahmer (silent)
(what the f-ck it’s gon’ be)
mothaf-ckin’ karma (gonna be)
that armor, b-tch
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