Mr.Trouble lyrics

[Intro]
(TrashBaggBeats)
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy, ayy

[Verse]
See these n*ggas be cappin' and lyin', they really not like that
n*gga play like he won't get his life jacked
Still hang with the killers and n*ggas in all black
Hell yeah, boy, we like that, ayy
New year, so we stackin' for Scat Packs
Just hit a lick and pulled off in a Hellcat
Only smoke pressure, the best, you can smell that
Turned a two-eight to a three, where the scale at? Ayy
Need 'bows, we gon' wrap it and mail that
Just put a four in a pop and then fell back
Givin' 'em trouble, they like, "Whеre the help at?"
Thеse n*ggas pus*y, they twat, they big cat
Big racks all on his head, now he kidnapped, ayy
No cap, this sh*t here big facts
Kickin' in doors at the kickback, get back like
Run them pockets, let me get that, ayy
Thirty shots, but a hundred come with me
Wasn't provin' no point, so we hit him with sixty
Crip street, still screamin' RIP Nipsey
I come from the Grove, but them North n*ggas with me
Ayy, 600, that sh*t kinda in me
I jumped off the porch to the block, then the trenches
I'm rockin' designer, this Glock in my britches
Hit the b*tch from the back, then go buy her some inches
Six days and six nights, we was out on a mission
On the seventh, we seen him and caught him and flipped him
Only right that we hit everybody that's with him
I been causin' hell ever since I was little
I can make a b*tch sit like I'm Dr. Dolittle
Don't reach for this chain, turn your ass to a noodle
Yeah, I'm Mr. Trouble, I thought that you knew
b*tch