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rello montana - problem lyrics

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[intro]

[hook: rello montana]
i always been a m-th-f-ckin’ problem, don’t believe me you can ask my momma
f-ck with my money and we gone have a problem, on my momma, yall don’t want no problems [x2]

[verse 1: rello montana]
we bring them weapons out, you bring them stretchers out
catch us in traffic, we do the sh-t that we rap about, (skiiiirrrtt)
you see us pullin’ up you best go pick another route,
seen us on kod, you know we stomp ’em out

they say we ain’t fightin’ fair, i really don’t give a care
why do them 1-on-1’s when we got like 20 guns,
we makin’ moves now, ain’t no stoppin us
n-ggas better watch they b-tch with some binoculars

‘cuz when we leave this club, she gon’ be jockin’ us
i get some top from her, & then i’m droppin her. (boaaa!!)
any n-gga that disrespect i swear to god you ‘gon hear about it
catch his -ss, stomp him out, turn white 1’s into red bottoms

everyday i’m jet fly, yo’ girl on me like a necktie,
get head from her, get bread from her, that love sh-t for the next guy
n-gga told me ” go on & shoot yo’ shot at this b-tch ”
i shot my shot, she gave me top, i guess my target was it (boa!)

[hook: rello montana]
i always been a m-th-f-ckin’ problem, don’t believe me you can ask my momma
f-ck with my money and we gone have a problem, on my momma, yall don’t no problems [x2]

[verse 2: rello montana]
racks in my pocket, think it’s phone books,
we ain’t got no jobs so you know we crooks
stuntin’ on my block, get yo’ merch took
beef with the guys you gone find out how a he-rs- look

everybody strapped up in this traphouse
come up in here woofin’ you won’t make it back out
i walk around with the whoppa’ on me
thug n-gga betta’ not walk up on me, or you gon’ end up in the coffin homie
i don’t do a lot of talkin homie, i let the money do the talkin’ for me
and i been gettin’ it since i was a shorty, every night a party
i tell them b-tches when to go i feel like e40

hit the drank, hit the weed, now i’m on scottie
turn yo’ back up in the club i’m dippin’ wit’ yo’ hottie
i don’t love her though (nope)
‘cuz these b-tches be poppin’ mollys and f-ckin’ on everybody (ughhhhh!!)

[hook: rello montana]
i always been a m-th-f-ckin’ problem, don’t believe me you can ask my momma
f-ck with my money and we gone have a problem, on my momma, yall don’t no problems [x2]

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