Trouble’s Son. lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck it (Ooh, go wild, go off)
Ayy, man, why the f*ck can't I use my regular voice
Bein' compared to some dumb n*gga I don't f*ckin' care about?
Ayy, ooh, uh

[Verse]
f*ckin' fan of none of you n*ggas (Sheesh)
Quick, come and run up, ain't no fear of you n*ggas (Sheesh)
'Ringe'll f*ckin' pop you, hear the scream of these n*ggas (Sheesh)
So now you need to f*ckin'-f*ckin' pray for the n*gga (Sheesh)
I am not a trouble's son (Ah)
Who thinks I'm a trouble's son? (Sheesh)
Autistic clones, you're goin' in the dust (Sheesh)
My patience never breaks down, turn it up (Sheesh, sheesh)

[Chorus]
Autistic, sh*t, autistic sh*t
Your new wave is some autistic sh*t
Autistic, sh*t, autistic sh*t
Your new wave is some autistic sh*t
Autistic, sh*t, autistic sh*t
Your new wave is some autistic sh*t
Autistic, sh*t, autistic sh*t
Your new wave is some autistic sh*t
Autistic, sh*t, autistic sh*t
Your new wave is some autistic sh*t
Autistic, sh*t, autistic sh*t
Your new wave is some autistic sh*t