Trouble

[Intro: Drag-On] HAHHHHHH! Uhh, yeah It's your boy Drag-On, and I'm back You feel me? C'mon [Chorus: Fiend] {Uh-ohhhhhhh!} (You're in trouble) (You done messed with them boys, now you're in trouble) Yeah, back up back up, get him get him, back up back up, HIT HIM Back up back up, get him get him, back up back up, HIT HIM [Drag-On] Y'all boys in trouble, fuckin with that boy Drag The way my bullets fly I got jet lag Y'all second guess Drag but I'm keepin up the R I ain't talkin 'bout when I'm fat when I'm squeezin out the car I'm talkin 'bout, me, mashin the corner But your block broke, y'all still goin half on a quarter Big boy, y'all ain't makin no noise Nature raised me a thug y'all, gangsta's by choice; I'm back boy Get used to my poise, get used to my pain, get used to my name I don't even cop automatics cause I don't usually aim Fuck with them country boys that's why I got the country swang Stand a bunch of beef, that's why I keep a bunch of thangs I eat your face like a lunch box And let my ox munch on it, then let my gun cock Listen cap daddies, haha; I got a big mac patty Gotta put you in the back of that big black Caddy - feel me? [Chorus] - 2X [Drag-On] Y'all askin for trouble, y'all done brung the wrong nigga back My chrome on me homie, go on nigga act Y'all ain't seein no real money, I spend 20 I make back 60 Y'all spend 40 and make back 50 - y'all some real dummies I see y'all still remember Drag when he was real bummy Now I'm real rich, now ain't that real funny (haha) I'm still real hood and y'all ain't no real gangstas Y'all don't think I'm still real? I'll show you a real banger So gon' get your bounce boy, gon' flip your ounce boy Live as long as you don't come up short up on the block boy Woulda thought I was Baby the way I give you these +Hot Boys+ Cops can't stop this boy - I have 'em all like WHAT [Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs [Drag-On] Y'all up in a heap of trouble, you dig it you get the shovel Got flip it then get it double You count it and hit the club and pop the bubble Look at shorty lookin sporty with the fitted cap (OH) Soon as her man leave I'ma get at that (WHOA) I'ma take her to the crib, you can't get her back (NO) And if her man start problems we gon' finish that Your man just saw me hug ya Now look what you done did, you done got him in trouble Sit back (c'mon!) [Chorus] - 2X {Uh-ohhhhhhh!} {Uh-ohhhhhhh!}