Trouble

(album: Hoes + Money Makes Me Happy - 2016)

Hitman Duwap, I promise I'ma getcha
Talking all that shit that's why I probably fucked your sister
(Bitch)

Young trap nigga always in alot of trouble
Yeah I sip lean boy it's thicker than a puddle
Young trap nigga 'bout to take off like a shuttle
Young trap nigga love no thot I can't cuddle
Young trap nigga I'm a young trap nigga
If you want beef you could get clapped quicker
Snipers on the roof they will snap you like a picture
Hitman Duwap I promise I'ma get ya

Run drop top on the room like it's nothing
Niggas really mad 'cause they see Duwap stunting
Bitch I'm not the police I don't do no cuffing
Money in my heart only thing that I'm loving
Niggas see me better dip off the block
Better skip with they Glock
'Cause they ain't gon do shit
Niggas want beef but I make bodies drop
I got mops with' the Glocks and I'm gon' do the hit
I put gas in my car buy 25 a drop
When I go down the road I'ma ride out that shit
Sneakdiss on me man I don't give a fuck
If you want all that beef you get popped like a zit
I'm your daddy, get a beating
You fuck with me I leave you bleeding
All these niggas they be hating
I get to shooting for no reason

Young trap nigga always in alot of trouble
Yeah I sip lean boy it's thicker than a puddle
Young trap nigga 'bout to take off like a shuttle
Young trap nigga love no thot I can't cuddle
Young trap nigga I'm a young trap nigga
If you want beef you could get clapped quicker
Snipers on the roof they will snap you like a picture
Hitman Duwap I promise I'ma get ya

Hitman Duwap I promise I'ma get ya
Talking all that shit, that's why I probably fucked ya sister
Bitch smoking Backwoods
I can't fuck with no swisher
Counting all this guap
I just got a fucking splinter
Pistols and Glocks baby K hundred shots
Smoking dope that's a lot
Pouring hoes out the drop
Bitches and hoes Ima really need those
I just want all the dough
I can't see my eyes low
Whipping I'm whipping I'm whipping
Catch me in the kitchen
Riches I just want the riches
They mad 'cause I'm winning
Two cups I need about two cups
Two cups of the syrup
Po 'up then fuck it, we turn up
My shits gonna run up
All my choppers be reloaded
You pull up then we blowing
In my oven it be snowing
Yeah my chain it be glowing

Young trap nigga always in alot of trouble
Yeah I sip lean boy it's thicker than a puddle
Young trap nigga 'bout to take off like a shuttle
Young trap nigga love no thot I can't cuddle
Young trap nigga I'm a young trap nigga
If you want beef you could get clapped quicker
Snipers on the roof they will snap you like a picture
Hitman Duwap I promise I'ma get ya