Trouble ft. The Kelly Lyrics

Uh-oh, we're in trouble

Something's come along and it's burst our bubble (yeah, yeah)

Uh-oh, we're in trouble

Gotta get home quick, march on the double

Trouble

They're in trouble

Trouble

They're in trouble

Uh-oh

Uh, I'm finna get sturdy like plywood

I'm the young, Black Gambit in my hood

Catch bodies in the Knight like my name Suge

Rapper but I Pop like D. Woods

Plus I got the key, no Biscayne

To be Frank, gettin' high off novacaine

Then I pull up in the BAT like I'm Bruce Wayne

If it's Mortal Kombat, then I'm Liu Kang

Mykii gon' prosper

These haters imposters

Couldn't fit in on the roster

I am a monster

Cookie, no lobster

Eat the thing up like it's pasta

I'm at the casa

Sippin' coolatas

Haters, persona non grata

Stackin' ricotta

Fendi, Louis, and Prada

I can't Tamed like Impala

Whole lotta choppas

Shoot my shot like a sniper

Eat the dick up like Kielbasa

They sleepin', they somber

I'm the king like Wakanda

My dude, he from Colombiana

I can't be bothered

With them sometimey-anas

Presidential like Obama

I'm causing' the trauma

Finna blow like a bomber

I'm the judge like ya honor, bitch!

Me and The Kelly, we double-trouble

Flip the game up like Royal Rumble

Flex on a hater, ain't nothin' subtle

Better shut ya muzzle, before I burst your bubble

Money got me smellin' Musky like Elon

I'ma pop star, smoke Trees like Neon

First name King and my last name Leon

I'm cold like freon, them haters just (Peonssss)

Hahaha!

I mean, I ain't have to call them peons though

But muthafuckers keep tryna test me, you know?

That's like a dingbat tryna take the MCAT, you feel me?

Yeah! (And That's It!)

Trouble

They're in trouble

Trouble

They're in trouble

Uh-oh

Stop thinking I'm arguing

I'm not arguing, that's just the way I talk

I talk loud, my whole family is loud

You should know that

Uh, promise that I'ma always get my lick back

Break a bitch like a muh-fucken' Kit-Kat

Pop a bitch like muh-fucken' Tic-Tac

N*ggz tryna bag me but they lookin' like Riff-Raff

Bitches know that I'm gonna get my get-back

And my n*gga at home when I get back

Bitches clowns, so I got you with the Big Mac

Like when the muthafucken Gat say, "click-clack"

No Avatar but I'm finna Sokka hoe

Call me NLE 'cause I'm on my Shotta Flow

If you ain't with my clique then you gotta go

'Cause we started from the basement, no Alamo

Got you bitches on hush, inaudible

When I clap this ass it's applaudable

Me and Mykii J really unstoppable

I mean, who's toppin' us? Be logical, like …

(Zzzzzzzzzz!)

Trouble

They're in trouble

Trouble

They're in trouble

Uh-oh

They're in

Trouble