Gucci Mane — Shottas & Rostas

[Chorus: Young Thug and Khrome 1] You don't want no problems, got Rostas and Shottas You don't want no problems, my partner got choppers You don't want no problems, we got K's with sticks You don't want no problems, my bro got that big stick You don't want no problems, know we got more shit You don't want no problems, we rich [?] You don't want no problems, problems on problems [Verse 1: Young Thug] Nigga want them problems, we gon solv 'm Slide deep in that minivan, we got revolvers I'm tryna hit every man, we don't starv them You know I'm pulling up, we don't do no ballin [?] in this motherfucker, rolling with these motherfuckers Hit the block, spray it up, and ain't nobody gonna know We ain't no cops, but we looking for the plug, where he go? Imma last, cause I never trust a bitch or a hoe We gon slide through, [?] I ain't gon shoot you, nigga, April fools [?] [?] My [?], boom boom [Chorus: Young Thug and Khrome 1] You don't want no problems, got Rostas and Shottas You don't want no problems, my partner got choppers You don't want no problems, we got K's with sticks You don't want no problems, my bro got that big stick You don't want no problems, know we got more shit You don't want no problems, we rich [?] You don't want no problems, problems on problems [Verse 2: Khrome 1] If I pull up on ya, my nigga we on ya Smoking on that cat piss, [?] Ride with the hittas, roll deep in Toiotas And we gon paint you, call us Crayola My rostas got rostas My partner got partners My chopper got choppers We block all them blocks up We fly helicopters Got shooters, got tappers You don't want no problems These better [?] Better go call your passter Now to Atlanta [Chorus: Young Thug and Khrome 1] You don't want no problems, got Rostas and Shottas You don't want no problems, my partner got choppers You don't want no problems, we got K's with sticks You don't want no problems, my bro got that big stick You don't want no problems, know we got more shit You don't want no problems, we rich [?] You don't want no problems, problems on problems [Verse 3: Young LA] LA! So I rep it like Teezy, I'm so bool Bands on fam, no fam you Saying I'm broke, must be confused Swim in the money, Mr. Scrooge Hit up Chroam, keep them 2's Stick with the hammer, stick like glew Hit up the homie, I'm a fool OG, tripple OG, Terry Crues Bang to the death, don't mean soon Bang on the right, that mean soo-woo Only a sniper, don't miss when I shoot 1 shot from the K knock him out, boom Pull it back, [?] Taste my bullets if you try to take my jewels No vacation but you niggas trippin Try to catch me slippin, nigga I don't snooz Only make moves if it's about the money Bro I gotta eat and feed my tummy Saying I'm getting fat, cause you tryna get my kommas Gun on me get you smoked like fire Back like crack when I get a gun Look like a trackmeet how fast a nigga runnning [?] Ame it at your face if you tryna get something [Chorus: Young Thug and Khrome 1] You don't want no problems, got Rostas and Shottas You don't want no problems, my partner got choppers You don't want no problems, we got K's with sticks You don't want no problems, my bro got that big stick You don't want no problems, know we got more shit You don't want no problems, we rich [?] You don't want no problems, problems on problems