PROBLEMATIC Lyrics – Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign

[Intro: Criminal Manne & Kilo G]
Smokin’ on a junt with my niggas drinkin’ O.E
Stop off—, stop off at the liquor store, get your ‘Gnac, then we headed for the Indo
Smokin’ on a junt with my niggas drinkin’ O.E
Stop off—, stop off at the liquor store, get your ‘Gnac, then we headed for the Indo

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m tryna fuck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna fuck somethin’ right now
I’m try-I’m tryna fuck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna fuck somethin’ right now

[Post-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ooh, ooh, right, uh, now (Hol’ up)
Shawty wanna fuck on me, I told her, “Let’s go, uh, now” (Hol’ up)
She asked me to nut on her face, she tryna show, uh, out
Miami, Bal Harbour, before I tote, uh, ah
I’m on the G6 brackin’ shit with my pole, ha, uh
All black Brabus truck, lookin’ like my soldier with that, mmh
All of my vices teams, gotta keep them close, they might jump out, uh
You not gon’ stand a chance, we’re clearin’ that ho before we cool out

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m tryna fuck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna fuck somethin’ right now
I’m try-I’m tryna fuck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna fuck somethin’ right now

[Bridge: Kanye West]
Baby, don’t keep me up, yeah, keep me up
Don’t wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
Baby, don’t keep me up, yeah, keep me up
Don’t wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
We comin’ down swervin’, mmm
This the real, not a version
Even Jesus ain’t marry a virgin
Now I can finally, guess it’s workin’

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Travis Scott]
We comin’ down swervin’
This the real, not a version
I don’t care who you fucked, you a virgin to me
You a pervin’ to me, baby, perfect to me
Hold my coat, hold my drink
On my own, come with me
Shawty wanna fuck on somethin’?
Fuck on me, suck on me publicly (Yeah)

[Interlude: Travis Scott]
La Flame, baby, you on fire (La Flame)
La Flame, baby, you on fire
La Flame, baby, you on fire (La Flame)
La Flame, baby, you on fire (Fire)

[Verse 3: Travis Scott &  Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she feelin’ herself (Ooh-ooh), yeah, she feelin’ on me (Yeah)
Only stuff I can give you is that one plus two is three (Ah)
Block the number, and that shit started with three some
Me not the threesome, we ’bout to have a mean one
I’m tryna fuck somethin’ right now (Woo!)
Brown skin, but you know I had her creamin’
Janet Jackson by the way I had her screamin’
She hit the group chat, said “That nigga had me feining” (Ah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m tryna fuck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna fuck somethin’ right now
I’m try-I’m tryna fuck somethin’ right now
That lil’ ho, she tryna fuck somethin’ right now

[Post-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I’ma let her hop on somethin’
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I feel like I beat a murder, murder
Fuckin’ on a beat you never heard of, heard of
(Visible and invisible)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
That Pope like the leader of the Vati-can
He do it again
Everything I do, they do, guess Yeezy set the trend
And we in this bitch again, time to get rich again (Throw your motherfuckin’ hands)
They lookin’ like prey, I guess that’s why they praying
And when you flyin’ private, it can’t be no delayin’
When I speak my mind, it’s gon’ be some lawsuits and furniture movin’
I gotta haul through, like when you be movin’
I gotta fly to Japan just to be secluded
They did no damage, would I give ’em no chances?
Even if they get a chance, here’s panic like they know Spanish
How I brand all of these clothes?
How every tantrum I throw make an anthem for hoes?
This my life, not a quote

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I feel like I beat a murder, murder
Fuckin’ on a beat you never heard of, heard of
(Visible and invisible)

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ma take all my baldies to Giorgio Baldi’s
Throw my dick a party
Your dress code upscale, used to shop at Aldi’s
I ran up some numbers, now I got what ya all need
Give your homegirl the boric acid, save the summer
New abs, she droppin’ fast, it’s time to come up, blackout
Passin’ out and then she wakin’ up gorgeous
I’m not racist, it’s a preference
And my bitch lookin’ like a reference
Don’t I make the rules like a referee
Come get on your knees, shawty, I got needs, she a loud mouth
I need to sign a seal, a couple brand new deals
Gotta get this shit off my chest, I got some shit to spill
Passin’ out NDAs, nigga, deal with it after
I just fucked the world raw, she need a morning after
And then the morning after
And I quote, “It’s only one G.O.A.T,” let you had your fun though
Run the block like Mutombo, you had it on loan
Every day in New Jersey, on my way to New York
I was late to every meeting in my Queens tunnel
But all the hoes in Hoboken know
If I seen you outside with the open-toes
You might get you a trip to the Poconos
You might have to tell your man a Pinocchio
That was a jokey-joke
That wasn’t nowhere near as funny when you brokey-broke
Crying in high school over a high school bitch
And she still in the dark taking night school, bitch
Look at how we made it like we Mike WiLL, bitch
Wish somebody woulda warned us
When I was fifteen, my soulmate wasn’t born yet
African king in a different time
We got multiple wives too, just at different times
Picture this, if every room got a different bitch
Do that make me a po-nigga-mist?
Without the deals, I guarantee I’m still nigga rich

Shit is fucking ridiculous

PROBLEMATIC Lyrics Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign