Troublesome (feat. Strada)
You can call me a menace
If I did it just know I meant it
Troublesome I'm not the one
You would wanna be disrespecting
This that boom boom
Let me see you bounce to this
Cause we already got this thing rocking
Keep it a hundred man
I never thought of another option
I can tell they're watching and hating
But I won't ever stop it
I'm the alpha omega
I'm the creator and player
I haven't found nothing greater
I say a prayer and get to work
It's only me that I'm saving
Right now I'm feeling amazing
I been to hell and saw the devil
He told me that I'm crazy
I told the dude to stop hating
He only mad cause I'm blazing
I'm only mad I ain't famous
I need that money yesterday
But I ain't one for complaining
Cause Imma get my chips and get my checks
I'm tryna run this money up and put it thru a fitness test
And never give it a rest
My foot is on they necks
And the acceleration
I been hella patient
I'm tired of waiting
All y'all overrated
I'm on track and it's off to the races
I been holding back but now it's back to the basics
Call me a menace
If I did it just know I meant it
Troublesome I'm not the one
You would wanna be disrespecting
This that boom boom
Let me see you bounce to this
Cause we already got this thing rocking
Keep it a hundred man
I never thought of another option
I can tell they're watching and hating
But I won't ever stop it
Imma run this shit up any way that I can
You just Sit and watch
Should subscribe
Cause you only fans
Getting money be the only plans
Now the seats is peanut butter
I done made it out them jams
Blue bands
I double that
Pop you like you bubble wrap
For the loot
The Strap to ya roof like a luggage rack
Tell you bout these streets
Tell you what they brought me
Tell you bout the struggle
And how I wiped that mud off me
Serving out the window
Mister Softee
Trouble I get low
Big bag no laundry
They just getting salty
Never slipping I'm brined
I got a lick on my mind
If you think sticking up mine
Your biggest hater
Will never be a stranger
Cut ties like fish lines
I sense it's danger
That hate come from inside
Watch your neighbor
You could be next
Check
Factory defect
I'll send you back to your maker
Life is like a box of chocolates
We cop it and chop it
Put it in the wrapper sell it for profit
Play the bench like Forrest
Undercovers in Taurus
Used to hustle so lawless
Wait wait
Till I caught my first case
Them mistakes make you cautious
Running plays likes its offense
Like steak
I'm so rare Imma 1 of 1
Spit gas
Burning in your drums
Strada and KO we troublesome
Why you hate
If I did it just know I meant it
Troublesome I'm not the one
You would wanna be disrespecting
This that boom boom
Let me see you bounce to this
Cause we already got this thing rocking
Keep it a hundred man
I never thought of another option
I can tell they're watching and hating
But I won't ever stop it
I'm the alpha omega
I'm the creator and player
I haven't found nothing greater
I say a prayer and get to work
It's only me that I'm saving
Right now I'm feeling amazing
I been to hell and saw the devil
He told me that I'm crazy
I told the dude to stop hating
He only mad cause I'm blazing
I'm only mad I ain't famous
I need that money yesterday
But I ain't one for complaining
Cause Imma get my chips and get my checks
I'm tryna run this money up and put it thru a fitness test
And never give it a rest
My foot is on they necks
And the acceleration
I been hella patient
I'm tired of waiting
All y'all overrated
I'm on track and it's off to the races
I been holding back but now it's back to the basics
Call me a menace
If I did it just know I meant it
Troublesome I'm not the one
You would wanna be disrespecting
This that boom boom
Let me see you bounce to this
Cause we already got this thing rocking
Keep it a hundred man
I never thought of another option
I can tell they're watching and hating
But I won't ever stop it
Imma run this shit up any way that I can
You just Sit and watch
Should subscribe
Cause you only fans
Getting money be the only plans
Now the seats is peanut butter
I done made it out them jams
Blue bands
I double that
Pop you like you bubble wrap
For the loot
The Strap to ya roof like a luggage rack
Tell you bout these streets
Tell you what they brought me
Tell you bout the struggle
And how I wiped that mud off me
Serving out the window
Mister Softee
Trouble I get low
Big bag no laundry
They just getting salty
Never slipping I'm brined
I got a lick on my mind
If you think sticking up mine
Your biggest hater
Will never be a stranger
Cut ties like fish lines
I sense it's danger
That hate come from inside
Watch your neighbor
You could be next
Check
Factory defect
I'll send you back to your maker
Life is like a box of chocolates
We cop it and chop it
Put it in the wrapper sell it for profit
Play the bench like Forrest
Undercovers in Taurus
Used to hustle so lawless
Wait wait
Till I caught my first case
Them mistakes make you cautious
Running plays likes its offense
Like steak
I'm so rare Imma 1 of 1
Spit gas
Burning in your drums
Strada and KO we troublesome
Why you hate
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin O'connell
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