Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DAIJAUHN MEKHI SMITH
DAIJAUHN MEKHI SMITH
Songwriter
XAVIER FOLSTON
XAVIER FOLSTON
Songwriter

Lyrics

They like who is he? Promise they been sleeping on me Nigga of your dreams She just miss the rage When she see us on the screen See us on the plane In a new place Threw the bra on stage yah She wanna fuck the team Wanna fuck the gang Wanna fuck with me What the hell ya say ya? Fucking with the team We ain't on no gang shit My older homie bleed Really who want problems? Yeah Really who want problems? Who the hell? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems? Really who want problems? Who the hell? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems? Really who want problems? Who the hell? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems? Really who want problems? Who the hell? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems? Seen you getting money Really that's just funny It ain't money to my money Really I ain't stunting I get high and get to stunting Really you ain't nothing You get high and get to bluffing Yeah you niggas cap I probably wrote the Atlas put Virginia on the map She think I'm a Catfish on my page ain't have no racks But when lil shorty met me, she just knew I had them racks Y'all keep surfing all my waves I got yo bitch on splash That's a fact And when them hoes be asking bout me Tell 'em I count stacks And when they getting to asking bout me Tell 'em I said facts She just miss the rage, she wanna party in all black She just say my name, she scream it while I break her back I just miss the rage, I smack her ass the shit was fat Dedication one, in dedication to the swag Dedication two, in dedication to my dad Grave Really who want problems? Who the hell? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems? Really who want problems? Who the hell? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems? Really who want problems? Who the hell? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems? Really who want problems? Who the hell? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell? Blicky on my waist Send you to Hell Can't tell if she love me, she say go to Hell No I can't say if they love me, I can never tell! Yeah she say she miss the rage I miss you too yeah I been scrolling through yo page Tryna get to you but I've been on the same thing But it's just the rage So girl don't lose your brain No this shit ain't the same No Know you might miss the rage But baby take it slow Mwahahahahaha Yeah Grave Really who want problems? Who the hell? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems? Really who want problems? Who the hell? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems? Really who want problems? Who the hell? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems? Really who want problems? Who the hell? Who the hell want problems? Who the hell want problems?
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