Problems
Gucci Mane featuring Young Thug Lyrics


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Okay okay, so, YSL
We're YSL a.k.a. Private Fly Gang you know
Yeah man, we the Private Fly Gang you know, join in bitch

Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done took off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, call 'em doves
Implants up under my girls
Please no-no fallin' in love
I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch , mine bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
And I'mma lie to that ho like a rug
Gettin' money of course
Blat! Cookin' white like the Porsches
Shout out to Nelly Air Forces
Hop in that 'ghini ran right on your porch
Hop out like motherfuck the doors
Yeah, I'mma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo
(Free Offset nigga)

Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

Damn, we gon' try you in these streets
We gon' G her with no sheets
How long ago? 'Bout a week
All my attires are neat
All of her friends are unique
I wanna fuck at least three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He playin'? I pop him like Pop Tarts
I'mma demon, only see when dark
I look like I got a Visa card
Private Fly Gang, yeah agree with us
Dinosaur B's and some C's with us
I like that cat bald like an eagle bruh
Since I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us
Damn it's Friday, I need angel dust
I fuck that bitch if she starin'
Pull up and hop out Mclarens
Don't say I won't 'cause that's darin'
I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel

Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your problem
I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem




Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

Overall Meaning

In "Problems," Gucci Mane and Young Thug rap about their luxurious lives, filled with women, money, drugs, and designer clothing. The hook implies that the things that come along with their lifestyle, such as drama with women or legal issues, aren't problems to them. The first verse showcases Young Thug's flow and attitude as he boasts about his wealth and sexual prowess. He refers to the women in his life as "gowns," indicating that he sees them as just accessories to his already lavish lifestyle. Gucci Mane comes in on the second verse to match Thug's flow and also brags about his money and jewelry. The final verse features Thug's unique vocal delivery, as he boasts about his expensive cars and his time spent with multiple women.


The sexually explicit lyrics and materialistic boasting in this song are typical of the trap genre of hip-hop, which originated in Atlanta in the early 2000s. As a prominent figure in the Atlanta trap scene, Gucci Mane has been influential in shaping the genre's sound and style. "Problems" is a prime example of what many critics consider to be the worst aspects of trap music, with its glorification of violence, drugs, and misogyny.


Line by Line Meaning

Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
How many girls are obsessed with us now?


Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
We have a lot of money.


Smokin' that shit out the pound
We smoke a lot of weed.


We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
We still have all of our money and success.


These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round
Girls are constantly trying to be with us.


I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
I had sex with a girl and it was great.


These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Girls will do anything for us.


Boy that's your problem
If someone has a problem with us, it's their problem.


I might fuck up a boy that's your problem
I'll beat up anyone who has a problem with us.


Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
If someone can't handle our lifestyle, it's their own issue.


No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
I'll have unprotected sex with your mother.


Send him up to God with no problem
I'll kill someone and have no remorse.


Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
I have a lot of jewelry and money, that's my issue.


Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem
My Rolex watch is so shiny, it's like a problem.


In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm gassin'
I'm driving my Bentley fast and loud.


I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I have a lot of money and it's not going to waste.


I done took off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
I'm dancing and having a good time.


And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
I feel like a rockstar and I want recognition.


Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud
Give me some lean (a type of cough syrup).


Sticky white birds, call 'em doves
Drugs that are sticky and white are nicknamed doves.


Implants up under my girls
My girlfriend has breast implants.


Please no-no fallin' in love
Don't get too attached to someone.


I'm runnin' 'round with a bitch, mine bout thick as a cup
I am hanging out with a thick girl.


Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
People are jealous, but I spent a lot of money.


And I'mma lie to that ho like a rug
I'll lie to a girl without feeling guilty.


Blat! Cookin' white like the Porsches
I'm cooking drugs like I'm driving a Porsche.


Shout out to Nelly Air Forces
A reference to Nelly's song 'Air Force Ones.'


Hop in that 'ghini ran right on your porch
I drove my Lamborghini onto someone's porch.


Hop out like motherfuck the doors
I don't care about the doors on my car.


Yeah, I'mma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo
I support the release of Offset from jail.


Damn, we gon' try you in these streets
People will test us in the streets.


We gon' G her with no sheets
We will have sex with a girl without a condom.


All my attires are neat
My clothes are always clean and stylish.


All of her friends are unique
My girl's friends are all different and interesting.


I wanna fuck at least three
I want to have sex with multiple girls.


Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
Can I have a threesome? (Yes, of course)


He playin'? I pop him like Pop Tarts
If someone disrespects us, we will retaliate.


I'mma demon, only see when dark
I'm dangerous and only come out at night.


I look like I got a Visa card
I look wealthy and successful.


Private Fly Gang, yeah agree with us
We are part of the Private Fly Gang and everyone should join us.


Dinosaur B's and some C's with us
We have expensive clothing and shoes.


I like that cat bald like an eagle bruh
I prefer women with no hair.


Since I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us
We have so much money that we can't be controlled.


Damn it's Friday, I need angel dust
I want to do drugs on Friday.


I fuck that bitch if she starin'
I'll have sex with a girl if she's looking at me.


Pull up and hop out Mclarens
We drive expensive sports cars.


Don't say I won't 'cause that's darin'
Don't dare me to do something because I will.


I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow
I'll kill someone with a bow and arrow.


Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle
My girl is really attractive.


Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel
Shoot someone with a shotgun.




Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Missing Link Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DAVID CUNNINGHAM, JEFFERY WILLIAMS, ISAAC LAHMI BIVENS, JAMARII MASSEY

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