Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DAIJAUHN MEKHI SMITH
Songwriter
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?
Writer(s): Daijauhn Smith
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