Problem (feat Big K.R.I.T)

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]

I was coming 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 mothafuckin' problem

Hip-Hop, what you know about it?

I murder everything, how could you ever doubt it?

Bitch I done this shit for real, when you see me shout it

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a mothafuckin' problem

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

I'll get your girl's head spinnin' 'til that bitch 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, B

Bomb any record when I snap and it hits me

You'll get chewed like a frisbee

I'm a rottweiler bitch and my leash isn't with me

I need a priest to forgive me

For the sins I commit from CT to Sydney

Jesus, indeed a psychopath

And not a goddamn soul could write this fast

Not a damn soul know how to write this track

Shuttin' shit down 'til the lights go black

Kill 'em with subliminals, unhittable

An original criminal with the syllables

Fuck 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 dick 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 bitch you came with 'fore you get inside

Built tight like a motherfuckin' 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

Bitch, 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 bitch down to shake, spring up in over head

Plot like chess, grind like skaters

Bring a bitch down like Garcia Y Vega

Buzz be fine and surround me with paper

League of my own, motherfuck 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

Shit 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 pissed so don't trip

You wanna get hit? Then keep runnin' 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 true 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 fuckin' problem

[Hook]