Trouble
Pull Dat Cash Out / December
[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one
EarDrummers
Mike Will Made-It

[Chorus: Trouble]
Young n***a ballin’ like Curry, bitch keep stalkin’ my jewelry
Sixes all on the curb and know a young n***a swervin’
All my young n***as lurkin’, bitch get messy on purpose
With my bitch she still flirtin’, what’s a dick? That’s a thirty
I ain’t fuckin’ wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh
Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot
I ain’t fuckin’ wit no pussy n***a, who gon' be tearin’ out?
You gon' be tearin’ out, you ain’t gon' bust nann shot

[Verse 1: Trouble]
I can’t believe these pussy n***a tryna beef about this hoe
This a freak, this ain’t ya hoe, you ain’t street boy, you’s a hoe
I was tryna find out how fuck that he came through the hole
How the fuck da spot got hot, found a leak went through ya hole
You been pillow talkin’ woe, real killa talkin’ cold
Real n***a talkin’ codes, I say jigga, that’s a low
Got a jugga in DC, got fight that jigga off in court
So many jugg, I need a bankroll just like Hov
Send a bankroll, not these hoes (bankroll)
Rest easy Bankroll, still my bro (rest easy Bankroll)
Gotta stay on tippy toe (tip), goin this way way up on you hoes
Damn right off in this bitch, I’ll put this K up on her bro
I was just tryna get money, you tryna fade the draco
[Chorus: Trouble]
Young n***a ballin’ like Curry, bitch keep stalkin’ my jewelry
Sixes all on the curb and know a young n***a swervin’
All my young n***as lurkin’, bitch get messy on purpose
With my bitch she still flirtin’, what’s a dick? That’s a thirty
I ain’t fuckin’ wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh
Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot
I ain’t fuckin’ wit no pussy n***a, who gon' be tearin’ out?
You gon' be tearin’ out, you ain’t gon' bust nann shot

[Verse 2: Lil 1]
Pussy n***a thought that he was mob, he just a mascot
Young Vito way, rookie of the year like Prescott
I got young killas, just like Curry, they don’t miss a shot
They don’t miss a shot, I send 'em straight up through ya spot
N***a had da nerve to ask Lil’ 1 'bout a pussy ass bitch
That hoe don’t belong to me or you, that hoe belong straight to dick
These hoes belong straight to dick, I’ma young n***a from the bricks (from the bricks)
Ain’t got feelings for a bitch (no, no) unless she tryna get me rich (for real)
Money, power, respect though, pullin' up by the bankroll
Want some problems? Ain’t think so, want some smoke? Ain’t think so
Hangin' out with them dracos, walkin' up with them dracos
Mob for life that’s the way it goes, cross ya out that’s the way it go

[Chorus: Trouble]
Young n***a ballin’ like Curry, bitch keep stalkin’ my jewelry
Sixes all on the curb and know a young n***a swervin’
All my young n***as lurkin’, bitch get messy on purpose
With my bitch she still flirtin’, what’s a dick? That’s a thirty
I ain’t fuckin’ wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh
Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot
I ain’t fuckin’ wit no pussy n***a, who gon' be tearin’ out?
You gon' be tearin’ out, you ain’t gon' bust nann shot, pussy
"December" [Skit: Mike WiLL Made-It]
Ayo Troub, get at me bruh, it's Mike WiLL, I'm at the yo. It was me callin' from that 404 number man like. This my new number bruh, get at me, I'm at the yo