Problematic Slim Thug (Ft. Pharrell Williams)

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Late night see me post up, Boss Hogg soldier
Glock in my holsta ready to fucking smoke something
In the big Bentley Sedan, no chauffeur
Riding on spinners and they rolling like a coaster
Young and successful, I belong on Oprah
I sell that shit to step with the cobra
Hustling and thugging till my life is over
Houston, we have a problem

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Problematic nigga, problematic nigga
Problematic nigga, problematic nigga
Problematic nigga, problematic nigga
Problematic nigga, problematic nigga
Problematic nigga, problematic nigga
Problematic nigga, problematic nigga
Problematic nigga, problematic nigga
Problematic nigga, problematic nigga

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
Houston, we have a problem by the name of Slim
And yeah, we had a few problems, but none like him
I saw some come, but none got the job done like him
I know some hustlers, but I ain't seen one like him
Start static, watch how quick I click the automatic
Ratta-tat-tat-tatted 'til you haters been haded
I started out above average, class mates get your grades up
I can't be stopped, you're in my spot, you got to raise up
I'm getting blazed up, with the flows or .44's
I'm here to win case closed, which ever weapon you chose
Niggas don't want a piece of me, I do this shit so easily
Hell y'all done let Pharrell bring out the beast in me
It's 'bout to get ugly, first nigga mug me
I'm a hit 'em wit some slugs, have 'em looking bloody
If you scared call the motherfucking laws!
You, niggas, don't want it wit me and my Hoggs, we got a problem