[Verse 1: Nico Spring]
It's L&G
Man she got some problems
Never try to solve 'em
Run up in that pussy
Head spinnin like revolvers
She on her knees
Lookin' so Jehovah
Feel like HOVA
The way I'm Taking Over
She say that I'm on a roll
That she never seen before
I stay on my level
I'm fucked up, I never talk to hoes
I ain't paying for shit
Let me get another hit
Let me make another hit
L&G up in this bitch
Real talk, I don't fuck with the fake, boy
Come around, need weed, holla, ayy, boy
Man, I swear thеse bitches hating on this motherfuckеr
Slide on the man, she don't even date boys
Stunting on these motherfuckers (yes)
Call me John Gotti
Ridin' round, ridin' round, ridin' round, I call shotty
[Chorus: Johnny Wayne & Nico Spring]
Houston, we got a problem
Houston, we got a problem
Houston, we got a problem
I been spendin' too many dollars
Houston, we got a problem
I been smokin' too much sour
Houston, Houston, Houston
Houston, we got a problem
[Verse 2: Johnny Wayne]
We got a problem here
I've been sippin too much Everclear
My chain like a chandelier
Shit
You can wipe me down, but don't touch my pounds
Aye brodie, I need me a cigarette
Aye shorty, I need me some of that
The way that work
Make me wanna spend these dollars
All this motherfucking work
I can't help it, but smoke sour
Yo, holla at your boy bruh
If you tryna get cooled up
I got that magic stuff
Take a puff, and it's over
Houston, no Paul Wall
But she going down South
Said you pukin? Ha, wack boy
You can handle your liquor? (weird)
I've been drinking since I woke up
And I've been smokin', keep my deuce up
Heavy shits like a bazooka
I'm getting cheese like Mickey, why you actin' so Goofy
[Chorus: Johnny Wayne & Nico Spring]
Houston, we got a problem
Houston, we got a problem
Houston, we got a problem
I been spendin' too many dollars
Houston, we got a problem
I been smokin' too much sour
Houston, Houston, Houston
Houston, we got a problem
[Verse 3: One Love]
Houston, we got a problem
I been spendin' too many dollars
Houston, we got a problem
I been smokin' too much sour
Houston, we got a problem
They say smokin' every day is my problem
They say sippin' every day is my problem
I say doin' what I'm doin's solvin' all of my problems
I'm smokin' on whatever
I'm drankin' on whatever, boy
Yellin' so loud, in the back like P. Troy
Music bitin' your ears, Mike Tyson
I'm never second place, no Joe Biden
Homie lil different, everybody wanna fight him
When I walk into the club
Bringin' heat like lightning
Heat like James, got Heat like Bosh
Makin' every booty bounce, makin' haters say gosh
Damn, in this muh
I'm the man, in this mufucka
Gotta tell'em twice to understand in this muhfucka
Never slow up, when a player on a roll
They gon' regret when the playa's story's told
[Chorus: Johnny Wayne & One Love & Nico Spring]
Houston, we got a problem
Houston, we got a problem
Houston, we got a problem
I been spendin' too many dollars
Houston, we got a problem
I been smokin' too much sour
Houston, Houston, Houston
Houston, we got a problem