Trouble

I'm not your one hit wonder

And when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep

Know I got the heat up under

Not up under the seat up under my cheek

Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks

I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer

I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger

And I can't call it like I see it no more

'Cause these ****'ll take ya words back and twist 'em like a pretzel

And these bitches be the same too

Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you

And that's exactly what the game do

And if you ever get caught dirty with a **** she gonna blame you

So what in the hell you want to floss her for?

It's supposed to be 'bout what a baller **** cost that ho, yeah

You giving a game of black eye in your S-five

While you **** kick back poppin' X you let that cuz dry

And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note

And don't be going for that shit, I got a sore throat

Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets

Or give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex

When I bump on this trouble

**** gettin' big money on the double

Fast lane champagne rubber to burn

Getting rich bitch is the only concern

When I bump on this trouble

**** gettin' big money on the double

Fast lane champagne rubber to burn

Getting rich bitch is the only concern

The only concern

Bitch, you can't fuck, can't suck

But you want a **** with a million bucks

A five double oh and a Rover truck

I bend 'em all over till I know they stuck

Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A

But how many dicks did you suck today?

Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?

All I got for a motherfuckin' ho is hate

Bitch wanna get drunk and high

Point that booty on to the sky

Square ass bitch go bake a pie

Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye

Want to be flied call Continental

Bitch, the Benz ain't a rental

Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce

Ho, quit staring at my bank account

When I bump on this trouble

**** gettin' big money on the double

Fast lane champagne rubber to burn

Getting rich bitch is the only concern

I'm the bomb, bitch, I'm seizing

P the reason you know

'Cause pimping will have you seeing me with a bad ass ho

Legendary my name

Secondary you came

And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane

Still five-eleven, six feet with shoes

Compton, OG **** givin' **** the blues

Etched in stone makin' yo bitch fetch the bone

I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone

The walkie talkie the two way and all of the above

Knife stick up yo ass till we all see blood

Fuck it, I'm a cop too, what?

I'm gonna cop me a kilo of ye

And try to get it cracking like it's '82

With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace

Dippin' round the whole place

Fuck a six-pack, ****, cop the whole case

And when them marks come, ****, crack they whole face

The way my Glock cock keep a **** full

Got him spitting like that pitcher from the KC Royals

Socked the PD haters RIP

Very sincerely yours

Quick, ****, please

When I bump on this trouble

**** gettin' big money on the double

Fast lane champagne rubber to burn

Getting rich bitch is the only concern

When I bump on this trouble

**** gettin' big money on the double

Fast lane champagne rubber to burn

Getting rich bitch is the only concern

The only concern

When I bump on this trouble

**** gettin' big money on the double

Fast lane champagne rubber to burn

Getting rich bitch is the only concern

Ahh