Trouble lyrics

[Intro]
Hitman Duwap, I promise I'ma getcha
Talkin' all that sh*t that's why I probably f*cked your sister
(b*tch)

[Hook]
Young trap n*gga always in alot of trouble
Yeah I sip lean boy it’s thicker than a puddle
Young trap n*gga ‘bout to take off like a shuttle
Young trap n*gga love no thot I can’t cuddle
Young trap n*gga I'm a young trap n*gga
If you want beef you could get clapped quicker
Snipers on the roof they will snap you like a picture
Hitman Duwap I promise I'ma get ya

[Verse 1]
Run drop top on the room like it’s nothing
n*ggas really mad ‘cause they see Duwap stuntin’
b*tch I’m not the police I dont do no cuffin’
Money in my heart only thing that I’m lovin’
n*ggas see me better dip off the block
Better skip with they Glock
‘Cause they ain’t gon do sh*t
n*ggas want beef but I make bodies drop
I got mops wit' the Glocks and I’m gon' do the hit
I put gas in my car buy 25 a drop
When I go down the road I'ma ride out that sh*t
Sneakdiss on me man I don’t give a f*ck
If you want all that beef you get popped like a zit
I'm your daddy, get a beating
You f*ck with me I leave you bleeding
All these n*ggas they be hatin'
I get to shooting for no reason
[Hook]
Young trap n*gga always in alot of trouble
Yeah I sip lean boy it’s thicker than a puddle
Young trap n*gga ‘bout to take off like a shuttle
Young trap n*gga love no thot I can’t cuddle
Young trap n*gga I'm a young trap n*gga
If you want beef you could get clapped quicker
Snipers on the roof they will snap you like a picture
Hitman Duwap I promise I'ma get ya

[Verse 2]
Hitman Duwap I promise I'ma get ya
Talking all that sh*t, that’s why I probably f*cked ya sister
b*tch smoking Backwoods
I can’t f*ck with no swisher
Countin’ all this guap
I just got a f*ckin’ splinter
Pistols and Glocks baby K hundred shots
Smoking dope that’s a lot
Pouring hoes out the drop
b*tches and hoes Ima really need those
I just want all the dough
I can’t see my eyes low
Whippin' I’m whippin' I’m whippin'
Catch me in the kitchen
Riches I just want the riches
They mad ‘cause I’m winning
Two cups I need about two cups
Two cups of the syrup
Po 'up then f*ck it, we turn up
My sh*ts gonna run up
All my choppers be reloaded
You pull up then we blowin’
In my oven it be snowin’
Yeah my chain it be glowin’
[Hook]
Young trap n*gga always in alot of trouble
Yeah I sip lean boy it’s thicker than a puddle
Young trap n*gga ‘bout to take off like a shuttle
Young trap n*gga love no thot I can’t cuddle
Young trap n*gga I'm a young trap n*gga
If you want beef you could get clapped quicker
Snipers on the roof they will snap you like a picture
Hitman Duwap I promise I'ma get ya