Prophiavelli - Got A Problem (feat. Cane Hancho) Lyrics

Yeah
Call up Proph, tell him I got a problem
Hit the gas
Call up Proph, tell him I got a problem
Strict 9 Record$
Yeah
Prophet
Yeah, call up Proph
I got a problem
Hit the gas
You thought you was safe
Copped a six like a Wraith
Cut Clarity house on the lake
Quattro Cinco
Who I'mma bake
Dead Ops like who I'mma take
All that chatting
I knew they was fake
It's my party
I cannot be late
It's my party
I get high if I want to
Solo, dolo do the crime if I want to
Six-fifty get around if I want to
F*ck your bitch
And that's cause I want to
What the f*ck be wrong with these niggas
Conversations don't belong with these niggas
Find myself in the wrong with these niggas
Don't get along with these niggas
Call up Proph
Yeah
Bake, bake, silence, silence
Hey, gang, gang, gang
Wait, wait
Hold up, hold up
Fake ass, cutting off these fake ass niggas
Come through with the jake ass niggas
No gold but its fake ass niggas
We don't get along with these snake ass niggas
Cane
No I am never no fake
Cut to the cheese, cut the cake
F*ck the river, f*ck the lake
Get the Benjis, f*ck the Jakes
Cut the cheese, cut the cake
Get the hoes, get the face
Get the bullet, get the name
Prophet, Cane
She wanna make that scene
Tell me why she wanna take that lean
I'm in the jets right now with the fiends
No rice, she wanna pop that bean
Damn, tell me what you wanna do
Why, I'm really in the mood
Damn, just to hit somethin' too
Strict 9 BMA, got y'all confused
Damn, got new AR
In the CAR, leave you in the ER
Shit get hard, I'ma flee out to DR
Might go to PR, lit like a cigar
Whoa, tryna keep it on the low
No fried, I'ma get that dough
Money fast, but the za burn slow
Holidays, only time you hear hoes
Whoa, cutting off with these fake ass niggas
Come through with the jake ass niggas
No gold, but it's fake ass niggas
We don't get along with these snake ass niggas