Trouble Lyrics

Trouble lyrics

[Verse 1]



I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble



Packin a Smith & Wesson



Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin



You can tell that I'm evil



By the arch in my eye bra



But I aint got no pitchfork



I stick niggaz with this sawed-off



Clear your porch



Hit the floor, duck behind your couch



If I don't hear enough screamin 



I'm burning down your house



Apocolypse the barbarian



I kill humanitarians



Pillage your village



Slaughter your children



And rape your women







[Verse 2]



Bustin through that door like dun da dun da



Bitches hit the floor on the double



Bust off a couple



Rounds and let it bubble



In your belly



Bullets dipped in formaldehyde



So when they hit you



You embalmed and ready



To get carried



Buried up in your grave



Trust me, I'm that deadly



Just test me if you brave



Eklypse I stay sick



Eith Pit, Playboy, and Lynch



Kill a bitch nigga quick



And run a train on his bitch nigga







[Verse 3]



I wish these niggaz would try to rough me for the chips



I got metal muscle with silent tips



And pistol grips give violent trips



First I'm cool with you



Then I'm not



When you run up on me I pop pistols



Gun up on me it's all official



I'm chewin bone grissels



Your family gonna miss you



Do away done with you



You should of had a gun with you



I got pistols



You know cookin utensils



That shit that'll make your skin bubble



Fuckin with these plague niggaz



You gotsta know you in trouble







[Chorus]



Trouble (repeat 8 times)







[Verse 4]



I keeps it real thats the deal



Headbuttin motherfuckers like Evander Holyfield



I makes a full course dinner 



Out of roadkill



Pops some pills



Smoke some sherms



Drunk as fuck



Rollin up a blunt



When I get through smokin it



I'm comin to your house nigga



What's for breakfast



Kickin in your door 



At 3:47 in the morning



I got my ?? yawnin



Time to wake up, so I can do your bitch ass wrong



Hear comes trouble



Hell's angel, some niggaz call me spawn







[Verse 5]



Shit I'm off that ??? again



Ready to load the pump again



Soon as I put somethin in



See i'ma aim it at your chin



Blame it on your friend



Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man



I can make niggaz follow me like the pod piper can



Arachnaphobia, I'm the sniper man



Doom to put 'em in the pan



Heat 'em and eat 'em as fast as I can



Stretch your neck like elastic like plastic



Man I'm first, you last to land



Tephlon bullets they crash and land



Nigga I'm double time



You in trouble time



I'm a bubble mine







[Verse 6]



I'm titani and scandalous



I do random hits



Load up all my extra clips



And lets go handle this shit



Trouble is what we lookin fo



Kick in that fuckin door



Put a gag up on that hoe



Slit that niggaz throat



Light up the door



Smoke until we choke



I wish you motherfuckers would try to locc 



And get his neck broke



Kick in the door



Shotgun up the asshole



Brains blown



Eyes closed



Nothin but trouble







[Chorus] - repeat to end