trouble Lyrics

The bad guy's back, I know you heard that I want trouble

Jackie Chan, the way I'm flippin' shit

Y'all need stunt doubles

Burnin' down blunts with bad bitches and stack riches

You can get away with all this shit if it's done subtle

They say

That I said

That she said

You go wild

Usually ain't social but I'm fuckin' with your profile

You could come over, you could stay awhile, top me off

Take you out, show you city lights you ain't seen it a while

And she feelin' my style (Yeah)

And I'm feelin' her out (Yeah)

And they feelin' my flow

Was I too obvious or didn't you know

That I could flip it or switch it, it just isn't difficult

So just forget what you wrote

And then I pull up on a ***** like bam bam, hop in

Back to the crib, she got the handstand poppin'

Orderin' in because she can't stand shoppin'

Quit talkin' to me about your man, man drop him

I'll take my title as Godfather, the beast

And you can wait for your meal but I'ma eat

Bon appétit

You bitches couldn't use the fast past to get after me

So bad that the ever after couldn't live happily

Do you all have to be

Wanna be

Gotta be haters

I would rather have a false start

Victim of the Lost Arc

That's just I how I leave 'em

Face lookin' somethin like Jackson Pollock wall art, yeah

Birkin bag bitches wanna send me their cash app

But I ain't mad at it, we all tryna get mad stacks

Tempting mothafuckas like me, just a lab rat

And caught up in the mix, with an OnlyFans bitch

Come fuck with me and I could make

Come fuck with me and I could make

Come fuck with me and I could make you rich, uh

I put that kitty on the list

I'll make like 50 on the ***** and put that

Get this shit legit

And that's it

I'm tellin' you

You don't gotta wait

You know

You know

(You're the one that's trouble, you're the one that's)