Problem (Feat. Big K.R.I.T.) (исполнитель: Chris Webby)
[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.] I [bad word] down, I was switching lanes I do it real big, that'll never change Switchin' old schools, catchin' private planes I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a [bad word] problem Hip-Hop, what you know about it? I murder everything, how could you ever doubt it? [bad word] I done this [bad word] for real, when you see me shout it I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a [bad word] problem [Verse 1: Chris Webby] I'll get your girl's head spinnin' 'til that [bad word] is dizzy Shot glass full and I'll tip it quickly Shouts to Big K.R.I.T. in Mississippi On my hustle, word to Nipsey Back here to rip beats, that's what it is see Gone for a second but I'm back, did you miss me? Bomb on a record with the sack of the piff, Bomb any record when I snap and it hits me You'll get chewed like a frisbee I'm a rottweiler [bad word] and my leash isn't with me I need a priest to forgive me For the sins [bad word] from CT to Sydney Jesus, indeed a psychopath And not a [bad word] soul could write this fast Not a [bad word] soul know how to write this track Shuttin' [bad word] down 'til the lights go black Kill 'em with subliminals, unhittable An original criminal with the syllables [bad word] a visual, I'm invisible 10-4: Situation Critical R-R-Roger that, I b-b-b-body tracks So all these hatin' copycats can suck my [bad word] and swallow that [Hook] [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] It's young Krizzle and I'm certified Pull up in your lane with the [bad word] you came with 'fore you get inside Built tight like a [bad word] cutlass on point With the D's and the window tint Wood on deck with the chrome on rim Piled up as far as I ain't tripping on them [bad word] you know what this is Ain't got time to waste Rather not grind the brakes Rather just take my bread - get pounds of cake Get a [bad word] down to shake, spring up in over head Plot like chess, grind like skaters Bring a [bad word] down like Garcia Y Vega Buzz be fine and surround me with paper League of my own, [bad word] your majors Now I'm back on track Dark with the flow, black on black Twenty-four beat, I shat on that Suburb with the urgin' to hear me rap Still get love in the hearts of trap Still hit the bank and they give me dap See wherever Big K.R.I.T. been that day [bad word] he thought Sugar Ray [Hook] [Verse 3: Chris Webby] Rollin' and ready to fight and throw fists I had a bad day and I'm [bad word] so don't trip You wanna get hit? Then [bad word] your lip Because I got a short fuse and it's already lit About to flip if you say another word to me Not killin' a beat doesn't occur to me Not [bad word] if they say they never heard of me If you want me to stop, you better murder me South to the North, holla back CT love, I got your back White boy's here and I rock a rap Rock my brim low and roll that grass So cinematic when I rock a beat Cameras on, and they all on me With my dude from the South K-R-I-T If they steppin' in the way then R-I-P Spittin' heavy dough Need that fire? Let me know That's why your girl's Facebook status is a Webby quote I got 'em, ain't nobody big enough to block 'em This isn't algebra baby, but I'm a [bad word] problem [Hook]