2 Sides Global - Whole New Problem (feat. Young Bread) Lyrics

I ain't yo' average nigga, don't hang in the club & take pictures
No I ain't hangin' wit' ya', walkin' target can't stand there wit' ya

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Man, ya'll niggaz done f*cked up, f*cked up
Tryna get my funds up, funds up
Talkin' all that good shit nigga what's up
Better pull up yo' lip, shut the f*ck up

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Bitch you got a whole new problem, went and got a whole new chopper
New glocks for the cops and the robbers, you ain't never been bad nigga stop it
Bitch I got ya' dreams in the bank bank
New glock I'ma let it go bang bang
Let ya bitch catch the drip when my nuts hang
Wan talk 'bout cash? On the same thing
F*ck nigga tryna jump off the porch? Who yo CIG, IC, & yo GF
Old nigga tryna pimp wit the dope? Pimp his ass 'till you know it ain't none left

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Bitch hold my drank, while I'm rollin' up my dank
Bitch roll my dank, while I'm pourin' up my drank
Sure 'nuff my crew go spalding, and your itty bitty beef I'll solve it
Finna whip up some brand new commas, bitch you got a whole new problem

Bitch hold my drank, while I'm rollin' up my dank
Bitch roll my dank, while I'm pourin' up my drank
Sure 'nuff my crew go spalding, and your itty bitty beef I'll solve it
Finna whip up some brand new commas, bitch you got a whole new problem

Old school said nigga be patient, man f*ck that shit I hate waitin
On go like a gun with no safety, an' ya bitch on go, so why hate me

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Lil f*ck ass nigga, believe anything for some cut ass nigga
Whipped and you stuck 'ol suck ass nigga
Dick puller tryna count a nigga buck ass nigga

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Bitch you need a whole new story, f*ck yo life that shit boring
Nigga f*ck yo stripes you ain't scoring, bum bitches & lame niggaz annoy me
When I pull up it 4 flat in jordans, finna son yo ass this ain't Maury
Figgy bun yo ass wit no glory, pimp tight, knock him smooth out his Maury's
Aye the beef was fake, but I ain't back down
Couple years in a cell, but I'm back now
F*ck nigga lay flat from the Mac round
And we be trappin' from Riverdale to Mac Town

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Bitch hold my drank, while I'm rollin' up my dank
Bitch roll my dank, while I'm pourin' up my drank
Sure 'nuff my crew go spalding, and your itty bitty beef I'll solve it
Finna whip up some brand new commas, bitch you got a whole new problem

Bitch hold my drank, while I'm rollin' up my dank
Bitch roll my dank, while I'm pourin' up my drank
Sure 'nuff my crew go spalding, and your itty bitty beef I'll solve it
Finna whip up some brand new commas, bitch you got a whole new problem