Da Tooly lyrics

[Intro: Problem Child 5 & Young Thug]
They know it's a motherf*cking problem, right? (Yeah)
D. Hill
We still surfing, no cap
I'm talking 'bout big Problem (Big surf)
Whole lotta gang (Brr)
Free Bliff
Ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & Problem Child 5]
I made a hundred bands and bought me some bricks
I DMed Elliot and bought me a wrist
You f*ck with a Problem, you know it's a problem
My young n*ggas with me, they walk with a chopper
I had them demons, they all on my back
But I went and seen chief, he had to get 'em up off

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Jumped off the porch with a goddamn tooly
Fast forward, now we in the club making movies

[Post-Chorus: Problem Child 5 & Young Thug]
I remember times when a n*gga was broke
And my young n*gga with me, gon' shoot off his kufi
I know the opps, man, they really be slipping
Thеse n*ggas be tripping, don't know what they doing
I know mathеmatics, ran it through the roof (Slatt, slatt)
Keep the coupe Benz and I popped a new bean
I got sticks inside that bando, clean his block up like a mop
I got n*ggas down the road, they ready to kill 'em for a flop
[Bridge: Young Thug & Problem Child 5]
I'm fresh as a casket and I want the static
Peep the Rolls-Royce, been parked in the pantry
Peep that hotbox, we slide down and get nasty
Now hold on, wait, gang, slow this motherf*cker down right quick

[Verse 1: Problem Child 5]
These n*ggas, they wanted a problem, don't play with the Problem, they know how it go
I got me a bag, these lil' n*ggas mad, I had to go get me a load
These n*ggas be tripping, I know they ain't with it, I send the gang shoot up the show
I'm riding in a rental, I tinted the windows, I can't even be exposed
Opp block, n*ggas slide down, we ain't playing 'round
Last n*gga tried Homixide, he got gunned down
This is a famine, these n*ggas some rats
When you mention my name, man, you put it in black
I'm in that Bentley, I switch up my car
My shooters, they with me, they riding in the 'Cat

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Jumped off the porch with a goddamn tooly
Fast forward, now we in the club making movies

[Verse 2: Problem Child 5 & Young Thug]
Percocet had my mind gone
Got another watch, time different time zone
You my lil' son, call him my clone
And my left pocket got thighs on
When I came through, it was eyes on
Had a bad b*tch calling my phone
I'm the young n*gga putting this sh*t on
My left wrist got p*ssed on
Look at the way that it glist
This flickory-ickory wrist, uh
I let the snake out the pit, uh
I put the pool in that van, huh
Rental car, flipping the van
I'm in the coupe with a twin
Now hold on, wait, gang, slow this motherf*cker down right quick
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & Problem Child 5]
I made a hundred bands and bought me some bricks
I DMed Elliot and bought me a wrist
You f*ck with a Problem, you know it's a problem
My young n*ggas with me, they walk with a chopper
I had them demons, they all on my back
But I went and seen chief, he had to get 'em up off

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Jumped off the porch with a goddamn tooly
Fast forward, now we in the club making movies

[Post-Chorus: Problem Child 5 & Young Thug]
I remember times when a n*gga was broke
And my young n*gga with me, gon' shoot off his kufi
I know the opps, man, they really be slipping
These n*ggas be tripping, don't know what they doing
I know mathematics, ran it through the roof (Slatt, slatt)
Keep the coupe Benz and I popped a new bean
I got sticks inside that bando, clean his block up like a mop
I got n*ggas down the road, they ready to kill 'em for a flop