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von Trouble

B-B-Lil′ Trouble, trouble, baby
I'll take you back to the streets for dealin′
I was just with the mob, we plottin' up plans
On Tokyo Driftin', nigga
I′ma ship out on ′em, ship out on 'em
Uh-huh, uh-huh

You ain′t heard, nigga, trouble, trouble done surfaced
I'm tryin′ to figure out what some of these lil' niggas′ purpose
But I must say that I respect you lil' rascals for tryin'
Long as you stay in line, nobody starts dyin′

Long as you don′t get disrespectful, killers much rather
Chill in Bahama, smoke weed and cause your family grief
I'm too busy tryin′ to catch up with Rihanna or Moe
Don't got no time for shrimps, hand up my logo

I heard that these niggas walkin′, talkin', tryin′ to be me
I heard that these niggas watchin', studdin', tryin′ to be me
I heard that these niggas out here flexin′, tryin' to be me
I heard that they women askin′ questions, tryin' to see me


But yeen heard, I′m trouble, trouble, trouble
But yeen heard, I'm trouble, trouble, trouble
But yeen heard, I′m trouble, trouble, trouble
But yeen heard, I'm trouble, trouble, trouble

This ain't a gimmick, I didn′t mimic this image, nigga
Crew of Pac-Pac guys, all about these Finnish niggas
Y′all some Chiru cats runnin' against 50 niggas
But you don′t get it, nigga, that mean you finished, nigga

Drop the top back, I'm blowin′ strong with Dave and Terry
And good in every hood, so don't you lil′ rappers forget it
You make me link with woe and luck, we know the town shit up
Ay, Ricky hit Jamal Lewis, I need that red truck

'Cause I ain't stuntin′ these lil′ rappers, I'm out the big bucks
So don′t approach me with a deal and throw the chips up
Fuckin' with women, they ain′t got a touch to stand my dick up
Some hatin' on me now, little bet I get sucked

I heard that these niggas walkin′, talkin', tryin' to be me
I heard that these niggas watchin′, studdin′, tryin' to be me
I heard that these niggas out here flexin′, tryin' to be me
I heard that they women askin′ questions, tryin' to see me


But yeen heard, I′m trouble, trouble, trouble
But yeen heard, I'm trouble, trouble, trouble
But yeen heard, I'm trouble, trouble, trouble
But yeen heard, I′m trouble, trouble, trouble

Creepin′ through Pittsburgh, not PA, McDaniel Street
But shots to Wiz Khalifa, Lord knows I love the Chief
Sometimes I be in Cali, runnin' with D-Mac and V
Though that′s my second home, I just can't leave the East

Atlanta nigga, till I die, off 80 Butler Street
Oh, you don′t know where that's at? I′ma take you to Butler Street
Say you don't know where that is? That's great at Hoss Field
Well, you′ll be layin′, try me, get spent with them hot sisters

This ain't no N1 commercial, though, this hot sizzle
That 30-minute later, dead shit, hollow tip-chill
All them hot sizzles came from me and the Runts
Your potato just got served to the mob for brunch

I heard that these niggas walkin′, talkin', tryin′ to be me
I heard that these niggas watchin', studdin′, tryin' to be me
I heard that these niggas out here flexin', tryin′ to be me
I heard that they women askin′ questions, tryin' to see me

But yeen heard, I′m trouble, trouble, trouble
But yeen heard, I'm trouble, trouble, trouble
But yeen heard, I′m trouble, trouble, trouble
But yeen heard, I'm trouble, trouble, trouble