Lyrical Breakdown of Do We Have A Problem? (with Lil Baby) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

I just told P, "This really niggas' worst nightmare, man

They don't wanna see Lil Baby with the Barbie" (Papi Yerr, Yerr)

Tell 'em my niña, my bitch, she a rider

I got a shooter, and I got a driver

They want that heat, I'm the only provider

Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio

Niggas know the vibe, that's word to Five, yo

Beef, we 'bout to resolve, yo

Pull up on an opp, do we have a problem? (Hmm)

Hold up, shorty, hold up, bitch

Please, don't touch me, look at my fit

Look at my ankle, look at my wrist

This one a pack, this one a brick

That one an opp, that one a lick

This one for Pop, this one for Juice

I am the one, bitch, you a deuce, brr

Niggas give it up in my city

Really shed blood in my city, real love in my city

Niggas'll son your whole set like it's a round six

Clips, whole team get flyer than round trips, bitch

She's still spying on my flicks (flicks), he admiring my drip (drip)

Check what I do, the check'll clear too

Pull up like a drive-thru, so check your rearview

I'on care how long it take to get a opp back

All my niggas outside, steak, bitch, we out back (out back)

I'on care how long it take to get a (opp back)

All my niggas (outside), steak, bitch, we (out back)

Brr!

Tell 'em my niña, my bitch, she a rider

I got a shooter and I got a driver

They want that heat, I'm the only provider

Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio

Niggas know the vibe, that's word to Five, yo

Beef, we 'bout to resolve, yo

Pull up on an opp, do we have a problem? (Ayy-yo, Baby, let's go)

2022, I'm coming through on that new shit (oop)

How we opps? You see me, and you don't do shit (brr)

I done really trapped in the Carter, I got the blueprint

Gallery Department, we shopping, I like the loose fit

What's the point of having this muscle if you don't use it?

I play the game to win, I'm not losing

Opps know my address, I'm not moving

Brodie know to take it to trial, they gotta prove it

She gets what she wants when we screwing

I'm on point, I know what I'm doing

Way too smart to act like I'm stupid

I get my advice from Mike Rubin

I'm not by myself, my whole crew lit

Next year Chanel, I put her in that new print

It is what it is, I can't make no excuses

I hit the whole group, do that make me a groupie?

Balenciaga coat, this is not Gucci

We went city to city in bulletproofs

You can't run with my gang, they'll bully you

Been had switches, I know what them fullies do

I'm a vibe, let me know what you wanna do

Ain't no fun by yourself, bring a friend or two

We be ménaging, that boost up his ego

She a lil' demon off that Casamigos

Yeah, Baby

Tell 'em my niña, my bitch, she a rider

I got a shooter, and I got a driver

They want that heat, I'm the only provider

Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio

Niggas know the vibe, that's word to Five, yo

Beef, we 'bout to resolve, yo

Pull up on an opp, do we have a problem?

There's no autotune on me, is there? (Nope)

Don't mean the rapper when I say bitches ride the wave

Flooded my watch, but ain't giving a clown the time of day

Ain't talking Christmas, wouldn't holla in my holidays

I fuck with niggas that be shooting at they opps for days

Trust me (trust me), they gon' let me know (know)

They gon' rep' me when they catch you lacking, that .45 special flow (flow)

They gon' wet you, yo (yo)

Yes, I'm always good for the bag

Niggas gon' hop out on that ass, ski mask

Heavy on the ski mask too

And the ski mask ain't for the pandemi'

It go with the semi, paid a pretty damn penny

Ski mask way!