- Trouble Str8 Out 歌詞
- Trouble
- Young chop on da beat
I got it straight out the street
Whatever you find you keep
Hundreds of pounds a week
How could you down a g
How could you foul on me
How could you hound a freak
How could your rounds be weak
How is you down my g
How is you down my g
You aint got a pound at least
You must aint did right by your folks
You must aint real as you believe
I turn this **** up for the streets
I keep **** a buck when I speak
I aint tryna find me no good girl
Id rather bust down with a freak
Hundred grand in one week
Switch it up we got freaks
Hit sosa you want to eat
Hit sosa you want to eat
Ima tell you where we gon meet
Hope you aint the police
Keep a bad ***** all times *****
All my hoes on fleek
I got it straight out the street
Whatever you find you keep
Hundreds of pounds a week
How could you down a g
How could you foul on me
How could you hound a freak
How could your rounds be weak
How is you down my g
How is you down my g
You aint got a pound at least
You must aint did right by your folks
You must aint real as you believe
I turn this **** up for the streets
I keep **** a buck when I speak
I aint tryna find me no good girl
Id rather bust down with a freak
How could your rounds be weak
You raised them boys to be some hoes
You raised them boys to be some *****s
Bet you look surprised when **** ** fold
I cant even be there for an hour
I swear to you I hate to lose ****
I dont give a **** who came before me
To me my ***** thats a new *****
I came through the bricks thats on my new ****
****** hate but dont know what to do with me
****** tried they all get to shooting with me
I say women cause I get to shooting first
***** come out of that red dirt
Aint a baller street young ***** go headfirst
I was sipping in the trap spot
Now Im in the sky with dumb knots *****
I got it straight out the street
Whatever you find you keep
Hundreds of pounds a week
How could you down a g
How could you foul on me
How could you hound a freak
How could your rounds be weak
How is you down my g
How is you down my g
You aint got a pound at least
You must aint did right by your folks
You must aint real as you believe
I turn this **** up for the streets
I keep **** a buck when I speak
I aint tryna find me no good girl
Id rather bust down with a freak
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