Lyrics No Prob (feat. Taymackin) - Joey Trap feat. TayMackin

No prob boy
No stop this that straight drop
Roll pot then we both pop you might get robbed
New porche I might skrt off with my shirt off
Yes she got a nigga but i make her take her skirt off
Smoking two stunts
Boy you should of backed up
Boutta shower with my roll
Get my money stacked up
My new Roley rose gold
Jewelry attract us
Boy this shit I'm tryna roll
Now we six-packed up
Counting racks nigga
And that's a fact nigga
You was a the phony store that's why you got a clap nigga
I'm a rapper now so I don't sell crack nigga
But I spend all this on the yellow
Dudes whack nigga
When you start to get some money then they say you changed
On the minute now the different Reanolds
And I'm switching lanes
And I shoutout Brody your name and he keep it thang
This chick be taking off her clothes
I don't make it rain
But it's no prob boy
No stop this that straight drop
Roll pot then we both pop you might get robbed
New porche I might skrt off with my shirt off
Yes she got a nigga but i make her take her skirt off
Trapping like it's George
Niggas mad 'cause I'm scorin'
I'm killing up all in that foreign
Chasing bags 'cause I'm horny
Niggas just crowd us
They surround me if your diamonds is cloudy
All this water on my neck it kinda feel like im drowning
We keep a stick with us
We got the missile took
We got your bitch with us
She thick as fuck my niggas strap the card and I'm gon pick it up
Yeah that been my dog I swear to God I'm gon switch it up
If my nigga miss I double back and I'm gon hit him up
Trained to go
My niggas do a hit and then they lay 'em low
Hundred in the chopper like what the fuck I got to aim it for
Got the same struggle what the fuck you niggas hating for
On a different level man you niggas need to face them bro
No prob boy
No stop this that straight drop
Roll pot then we both pop you might get robbed
New porche I might skrt off with my shirt off
Yes she got a nigga but i make her take her skirt off
Smoking two stunts
Boy you should of backed up
Boutta shower with my roll
Get my money stacked up
My new Roley rose gold
Jewelry attract us
Boy this shit I'm tryna roll
Now we six-packed up
Counting racks nigga
And that's a fact nigga
You was a the phony store that's why you got a clap nigga
I'm a rapper now so I don't sell crack nigga
But I spend all this on the yellow
Dudes whack nigga
No prob boy
No stop this that straight drop
Roll pot then we both pop you might get robbed
New porche I might skrt off with my shirt off
Yes she got a nigga but i make her take her skirt off