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 niggas be cappin' and lyin' They really not like that Nigga play like he won't get his life checked Still hide with the killers and niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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