Problem Child 5 – Da Tooly (ft. Young Thug) (Audio, Lyrics)

Problem Child 5 is back with “Da Tooly” featuring Young Thug. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by D. Hill.

Problem Child 5 Da Tooly

Problem Child 5 has been slowly catching a buzz over the years. With no formal project available on streaming services, he’s just getting started and his latest single might be the one to really serve as his breakout. The rapper teamed up with Young Thug for their aggressive new banger, “Da Tooly.” Spooky trap production back them as Thug, once again, proves that he can effortlessly dole out hooks with his eyes closed. Problem Child 5 and Young Thug swap bars about street politics and big money.

The new single from Problem Child 5 and Young Thug’s new collaboration follow Problem’s single, “Opps Dead.” Meanwhile, Young Thug is still riding the wave of his collaborative effort with Chris Brown. Keep your eyes peeled for more music from Problem Child 5 including his forthcoming EP, King OPP.

Problem Child 5 – Da Tooly (ft. Young Thug) (prod. D. Hill)

Lyrics

[Intro: Problem Child 5 & Young Thug]
They know it’s a motherfucking problem, right? (Yeah)
D. Hill
We still surfing, no cap
I’m talking ’bout big Problem (Big surf)
Whole lotta gang (Brr)
Free Bliff
Ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & Problem Child 5]
I made a hundred bands and bought me some bricks
I DMed Elliot and bought me a wrist
You fuck with a Problem, you know it’s a problem
My young niggas with me, they walk with a chopper
I had them demons, they all on my back
But I went and seen chief, he had to get ’em up off

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Jumped off the porch with a goddamn tooly
Fast forward, now we in the club making movies

[Post-Chorus: Problem Child 5 & Young Thug]
I remember times when a nigga was broke
And my young nigga with me, gon’ shoot off his kufi
I know the opps, man, they really be slipping
These niggas be tripping, don’t know what they doing
I know mathematics, ran it through the roof (Slatt, slatt)
Keep the coupe Benz and I popped a new bean
I got sticks inside that bando, clean his block up like a mop
I got niggas down the road, they ready to kill ’em for a flop

[Bridge: Young Thug]
I’m fresh as a casket and I want the static
Peep the Rolls Royce, been parked in the pantry
Peep that hotbox, we slide down and get nasty
Now hold on, wait, gang, slow this motherfucker down right quick

[Verse 1: Problem Child 5]
These niggas, they wanted a problem, don’t play with the Problem, they know how it go
I got me a bag, these lil’ niggas mad, I had to go get me a load
These niggas be tripping, I know they ain’t with it, I send the gang shoot up the show
I’m riding in a rental, I tinted the windows, I can’t even be exposed
Opp block, niggas slide down, we ain’t playing ’round
Last nigga tried, homicide, he got gunned down
This is a famine, these niggas some rats
When you mention my name, man, you put it in black
I’m in that Bentley, I switch up my car
My shooters, they with me, they riding in the ‘Cat

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Jumped off the porch with a goddamn tooly
Fast forward, now we in the club making movies

[Verse 2: Problem Child 5 & Young Thug]
Percocet had my mind gone
Got another watch, time different time zone
You my lil’ son, call him my clone
And my left pocket got thighs on
When I came through, it was eyes on
Had a bad bitch calling my phone
I’m the young nigga putting this shit on
My left wrist got pissed on
Look at the way that it glist
This flickory-ickory wrist, uh
I let the snake out the pit, uh
I put the pool in that van, huh
Rental car, flipping the van
I’m in the coupe with a twin
Now hold on, wait, gang, slow this motherfucker down right quick

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & Problem Child 5]
I made a hundred bands and bought me some bricks
I DMed Elliot and bought me a wrist
You fuck with a Problem, you know it’s a problem
My young niggas with me, they walk with a chopper
I had them demons, they all on my back
But I went and seen chief, he had to get ’em up off

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Jumped off the porch with a goddamn tooly
Fast forward, now we in the club making movies

[Post-Chorus: Problem Child 5 & Young Thug]
I remember times when a nigga was broke
And my young nigga with me, gon’ shoot off his kufi
I know the opps, man, they really be slipping
These niggas be tripping, don’t know what they doing
I know mathematics, ran it through the roof (Slatt, slatt)
Keep the coupe Benz and I popped a new bean
I got sticks inside that bando, clean his block up like a mop
I got niggas down the road, they ready to kill ’em for a flop