Born to wreck shit, poppin bubble gum

Others call me up, but momma call me troublesome

Learned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or write

Never touched a pipe, made my money every night

Till I gotta (ride), a motherfuckin Benz

Bitch talked to every snitch, they jeapordized me gettin rich

Only fifteen at a spot full of rock teens

Full of hard knocks, ready to clock, FUCK the cops (yeah!)

And we was fat like Trump

Every nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin trunks

I stood at the top of the organization

Ready to pop a cop with no hesitations (fuck the police) yeah

Now I'm makin all the others run

Cause here it comes, look out for brother troublesome



Yeah y'all, hehe

A nigga named Troublesome



I learned from my mistakes I'm twenty-one now

I gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle

Ain't old enough to save but I behave just like a true vet

That's cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn't do yet

Tryin to pop my pistol for a profit

Copper tried to stop I didn't drop and so he got it (yeah)

And I don't give a fuck about it

(Aiyyo you think you'll ever quit this shit?) I doubt it

So why not take all of me

Cause I just love to be the nigga that nobody else has the balls to be

These suckers always searchin for me, with funk

They in a hurry to get buried with they locs up

And once I let my gun pop

Another motherfucker drops

I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo

Crack through your window, nigga where the fuck the ya-yo?

You tried to hesitate I couldn't wait to rush him

I didn't trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust him

I'm criminal I'm workin doin wicked shit

So catch a Christmas cause I'm murderin your witnesses, Ic1