Trouble

[Hook x2] Oooooooh Nigga you in trouble now Oooooooh Can't nobody save you now Oooooooh [Verse 1] All black, everythang This is not a game This that fufu-fufu-fa, this that fire flame Itchin' for some attention, so now you entertained Masked up get it up, how I run it man All you had to do was chill, mind yo business But you won't drop in these shoes, these that wrong tennies Ain't nobody bad, cuz this story have a sad ending One strike you out, another one don't talk Oooooooh You hear that nigga, bloaw feel that nigga And can't nobody save ya You in a swamp with gators We get it in my friend, cuz the streets made us Got my AK, 2 clips taped together Talkin' like you ball whatever, but we'll finna see And you can't run, I could touch ya and a penitentiary You gonna be a memory You better run when you hear [Hook] [Verse 2] When we ride, we gon' ride, we gon' show stretchin' Stalkin' caps in our head, make us look bald headed When we ride, no survivors, the whole section 2 to the head, 2 to the chest and don't check it Catch him slippin' by his house, we home reckless Black gloves, no prints, we known veterans You done dropped in this water, you really need help You in the water with great whites and killer whales Oooooooh These choppas nigga These stop a nigga This ain't no kiddie land Welcome to jigga land When niggas kidnap and rob niggas like Jigga man Then watch the bitch in my hand I ain't gon' stop with it nigga I'ma eat yo lunch with it nigga Get the job done with it nigga I gon' pull the sawnoff, knock his arm off We got no specific victims, we want all of y'all [Hook] [Verse 3: lee banks] Whatever with all this pussy ass twitter gang Thuggin' for the internet Okay there's beef, I'm with it we can get into that Computer killers, distance from a distance, kind of shit is that? Let me load up a choppa and pop up where you little niggas at Then all yo families where they at, fuck em we gon' splam niggas Shotty got a half trigger, knock you in the half nigga Why you with that booting, looking stupid, I just laugh nigga You can be foolish and get smashed shit I die nigga Oooooooh Body bags and caskets White chalk, yellow tape, cold tables and pastors No I'm not a actor And no I'm not just a rapper You can judge me by the corner, I'd close a niggas chapter I'm with that, I ain't with the chit chat I just click clack I hop on and drive on, like groaw groaw nigga get back I'ma sit back, until its time to pop up where yo shit at I'd really push a nigga shit back, oh bitch ass nigga [Hook]