EvanGoghHolyfield - Prob Blem Ooo (feat. 700 Poe Boi & Titus Pharoah) Lyrics

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
The flow in holsters, reaching for it, your reign is over, mixed with baking soda to flood the earth and you ain't Noah
Cunning linguists, bringing Anguish with broken English
Peep the bogus, you know the vibes, I'm glad you notice
Hard body get more bodies
Yeah
Win some and lose some
Of Theirs
I come the whole hood
Aware
If I gun you all done
For sure
Uh, keep that mean class, get a name tag
Jane Doe, if you don't know, then you don't know
One go, then you all go
It's the G-code
Then Emote, dressed in all black for the sequel
700's been had problems, hear a couple screws loose
Demons taping all in his head through via Bluetooth
Could amuse amusement park, get the full view
How to tune you, speak through the fan, look what we blew through
Dog, check your blues loops
Dog got the backpack
Show up at crunch time, don't feed an artist rap snacks
That's that, money in the bag or it's cash out
You're a small thing to a giant, how you seeing past that
But as far as this movie roll, I'm Gucci flow
No ditty through your city, go and check the Tubi show
But as far as this movie roll, I'm Gucci flow
No ditty through the city, go and check the Tubi show
Big Yao