Mr.Trouble

(T-T-Trashbagbeat')

I come up hard, baby, but now I'm cool

I didn't make it, sugar, playin' by the rules (ay)

I come up hard, baby, but now I'm cool (ay)

I didn't make it, sugar, playin' by the rules (ay)

Ay, see these **** be cappin' and lyin'

They really not like that

**** play like he won't get his life checked

Still hide with the killers and **** in all black

Hell yeah, boy, we like that

Ay, new year so we stack it for Skat Packs

Just hit a lick and pulled off in the Hellcat

Only smoke pressure, the best, you could smell that

Turned a two-eight to a three, where the scale at?

Ay, need bows we gon' wrap it and mail that

Just put a four in the pop and then fell back

Givin' 'em trouble they like where the help at

These **** pussy, they twat, they a big cat

Big racks, all on his head and they kidnap

Ay, no cap this shit here big facts

Kickin' in doors at the kickback

Get back like, hah, run the pockets, let me get that

Ay, 30 shots but a 100 come with me

Wasn't provin' no point, so we hit 'em with 60

Crip street, still screamin' R.I.P. Nipsey

I come from the Grove but the north **** with me

Ay, 600 that shit kinda in me

I jumped off the porch to the block then the trenches

I'm rockin' designer, this Glock in my britches

The bitch from the back make me buy her some 'enchy

Six days and six nights we was out on a mission

On the 7th we seen 'em and caught 'em and flipped 'em

Only right that we hit everybody that's with 'em

I 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

Yeah, I'm Mr. Trouble, I thought that you knew

I come up hard, baby, but now I'm cool (bitch)

I didn't make it, sugar, playin' by the rules

I come up hard, baby, but now I'm cool

I didn't make it, sugar, playin' by the rules

I come up hard, baby, but now I'm cool

I didn't make it, sugar, playin' by the rules

I come up hard, baby