"Troublesome" lyrics
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Y'all niggas see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denying
That them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swaying in and out of white line, six double-oh
Deuce zeroes, I'm feeling like the streets is mine
Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined
If there's beef, I'm releasing mine
And I won't stop busting 'til them Escalade seats recline
The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck being sorry, it ain't nothing but a gangster party
And I'll make sure ain't a nigga surviving
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him
And the Game ain't trying to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangster, you a bitch and that's that
niggas thinking I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that don't stop the heater from banging, or me coming through
Dropping all y'all niggas with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10's when I'm rolling, one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cupholder
Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains
And the coroner's real good with that pickup
A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggas next to each other how I do 'em in line
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook then I'm bringing the chrome
If I die then I'm leaving a clone; but if I live
Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig
When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I'm rhyming on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sitting on the block
And when I'm loading up them clips, I listen to 'Pac
A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
Than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey
And ain't nothing to do a drive-by in the hood
We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Y'all niggas see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denying
That them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swaying in and out of white line, six double-oh
Deuce zeroes, I'm feeling like the streets is mine
Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined
If there's beef, I'm releasing mine
And I won't stop busting 'til them Escalade seats recline
The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck being sorry, it ain't nothing but a gangster party
And I'll make sure ain't a nigga surviving
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him
And the Game ain't trying to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangster, you a bitch and that's that
niggas thinking I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that don't stop the heater from banging, or me coming through
Dropping all y'all niggas with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10's when I'm rolling, one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cupholder
Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains
And the coroner's real good with that pickup
A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggas next to each other how I do 'em in line
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook then I'm bringing the chrome
If I die then I'm leaving a clone; but if I live
Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig
When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I'm rhyming on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sitting on the block
And when I'm loading up them clips, I listen to 'Pac
A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
Than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey
And ain't nothing to do a drive-by in the hood
We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Real gangsters, stand up, hold their dick
Bitch niggas, sit down to piss. What type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Writer(s): Jayceon Terrell Taylor
