Trouble ft. Ubylis Da Plug Lyrics

City Streets, that's where I Learn

Play with Fire, you get Burned

When the Heat was on, I turned

Turned to Trouble, Trouble

Nigga got the Metal never use it

They just lets it Rust

A Thief get in your Car, Home and Clothes

You can call me Dust

Kid you can't Play me on this Playground

This ain't Toys "R" Us

At the Top it's just us Bitches Ride me like a City Bus

I'll sell Water to a Drowning Man

Do you get the Picture?

Grab my Glove and throw the Eight Ball

Like if I'm a Pitcher

I get Money by Uby be saying

We gotta get Richer

If New York is the Big Apple

I'm a Bite it like my Teacher

Sit right there and I'll Teach you

Whip it Cut it while I Cook

Man I got so many Recipes

That I could Write a Book

Tyson got Verses thats going to Jab the Beat

I don't Need a Hook

You Rapper's Pussy y'all like Scooby Doo

Y'all be always Spooked

We are going to Shoot

To to to to to

Test your Bulletproof

You Real give me the Discovery

I'm a need some Proof

You Feel like if you a Gangster

Prove it Outside of the Booth

Y'all Feel what comes out of my Mouth is Real

Just like a Tooth

We are going to Shoot

To to to to to

Test your Bulletproof

Y'all Feel what comes out of my Mouth is Real

Just like a Tooth

I have Walked a Bitter Line

Chosen Second over Cheap Wine

Still, I Look for Brighter Times

I Run with Trouble, Trouble

All I'm really thinking bout is Bussin Juggs

Then going back to work

And trying to Act like I'm not the Plug

I don't even Know what I'm Doing

It's out of Love

I'm trying to Understand

Cause all they ever Seen is Drugs

I'm trying to Understand it's so Strange

I took two Shrooms and now my Mind Rearranged

I don't understand

Why all I think about is Kane

Cause we're trying to Sell the Powder

For the Power I'm just trying to Smoke this Sour

Homie pulled out the OG

I don't even Understand

I started thinking a lot

It's all about the Drop

And you gotta be all up in the Spot

Then you gotta do

And you gotta Stay Away from the Cops

If you out here Selling Rocks

Then you Out Here got a lot

I'm trying to tell em but I Stop

I can't Breathe

I'm trying to Understand what I See

I Look up to God but somehow I See

Fiends on the Floor

I know Keys Open Doors

I'm just trying to Understand

What the Hell is all the Noise

And this Shit it's got me Feeling

Like it's Right

I'm so high

I don't even know Why

Scale Music

Scale Music

Is it the Drugs?

Is it the Music?

You know that Type of Shit

Scale Music

I have Walked a Bitter Line

Chosen Second over Cheap Wine

Still, I Look for Brighter Times

I Run with Trouble

Trouble is my Friend