Mr.Trouble

Ayy, Ayy… Ayy, Ayy See these niggas be cappin an lyin they really not like that, Nigga play like he won’t get his life back, Still hang wit the killers and niggas in all black, Hell yeah boy we like that, Ayy new year so we stacking for scat paccs, Just hit a lick and pulled out from the hellcat, Only smoke pressure the best you can smell that, Turn a 2 ay to a 3 where the scale at ayy, Nick bosa mail that Just put a 4 in a pop an it fell back, Giving em trouble they like where the help at? Deez niggas p***y, they twats, they big cats, big raccs, All on his head now he get nap ayy, No cap this shii here big facts, Kickin in doors at the kickback get back light, Run them pockets lemme get that ayy, 30 shots but a hunnid come wit me, Wasn’t proven no point so we hit him wit 60, Crem street still screaming R.I.P nipsey, I’m come from the grove but the noff niggas wit me, Ayy 600 that shit kinda hit me, I jumped off the porch to the block then the trenches, I’m rockin designer this block and my bitches, Hit the bitch from the back now go buy her some inches, 6 days and 6 nights we was out on a mission, On the 7th we seen em and caught him an flipped em, Only right that we hit everybody that slit em, I’ve been causin hell ever since I was little, I can make a bitch see like I’m Dr.Dolittle, Don’t reach for this chain turn yo ass to a noodle Yea I’m Mr.Trouble I thought that you knew, Bitch..