Troublesome (Freestyle)

[Intro] Aye, gang, gang, aye Aye, gang, aye [Chorus] Say you want beef wit us, boy be careful what you ask for Diss the gang, acting like you tough, (ah) get your ass smoked Come and try to buy a pipe from us to get your ass poked R.I.P. them soldiers, bitch that's who the fuck I spazz for You must ain't think I had it in me what you look surprised for I had to hop off the porch, cause I lost some guys bro And I had to wind it up, cause I hate when my cash low Dropped the basketball, now this rapping shit my last hope, look [Verse] I’m from the Chi, where all these bitches love that gangsta shit I be with a bunch of young niggas living dangerous Gun toting trapping, shooting niggas and staining shit Masked up and we don’t say a thing, on that Jason shit It’s 2017, they ain’t fight, put away your fist Couldn’t afford my own gun, I had to go and take a blick Police probably killing, .40 only thing I’m safer with Niggas ain’t no killers, just got them glizzys to take a pic I turned to a savage, man Picasso couldn’t have painted this I went through some pain, so somebody gotta pay for this Aim a blick, like an ATM I get to changing shit Ain’t no fucking 'round, hollow hot'nem rearrange him quick Nigga we some demons, don’t get your guardian angel hit Rolling up the folks, dead niggas what up flaming bitch Craig vs Deebo on Friday how I'm facing bricks I’m so disrespectful, all the Gs say I make them sick I’m Lil Polo bitch I’m hot, thug life like I’m Pac Extended clip in my Glock, drop the rakes like my pops Timtim gang, fuck a opp, let it bang send some shots Turn a nigga to a block, aim that semi at his top Nigga I ain’t cleaning up, when I get jiggy with the mop Smiling throwin signs up cause we love this shit a lot Lately I’ve been on my grizzy, got addicted to this guap Boy tell your favorite rapper that I’m coming for a spot How I ain't the best, when every fucking song got made nice Hustlin, working hard, cause I’m tryina live that paid life The streets ain’t the same, cause these shorties weren’t raised right Dissing in them lyrics, you gon’ end up at a gravesite Niggas like to rap it ’til we clapping, give ‘em stage fright Line him with ‘em clips like I’m just trying to get his fade right Thirsty for a opp I see when I’m going all out Run up on his ass like what's all that shit you was talkin' ‘bout I call up my shooter, that nigga won't bring a ball out You know that we packing like we bought the U-haul out No leg shots, I ain’t aiming at your calves, I want all scalp Lil nigga can’t take it, all that heat gon make him fall out Long live them niggas, y’all got me out here ballin out Bitches used to call me a shorty, I’m in they drawers now She gon’ deep throat, make her choke, work her jaws out All up in my face like lil Taurus you getting tall now Baby where you been cause Lil Polo is what I’m called now Once I fuck, then it's like fuck it act like we never talk Last of a dying breed, I come from a special club I just want my team winning looking like we never lost If I don’t make it, I'ma rob a bank, I'ma set it off I’m just tryna pay my OG back for all the stress I caused Made it happen every Christmas, nigga, with no Santa Claus Niggas know they getting crucified, if I never cross You don’t wanna listen, we start blicking, that's a lesson talk Shoot a nigga necklace off You like to be hard-headed, well I hope that stress assault If we got another problem, another Mac-11 bawk [Chrous] Say you want beef wit us, boy be careful what you ask for Diss the gang, acting like you tough, (ah) get your ass smoked Come and try to buy a pipe from us to get your ass poked R.I.P. them soldiers, bitch that's who the fuck I spazz for You must ain't think I had it in me what you look surprised for I had to hop off the porch, cause I lost some guys bro And I had to wind it up, cause I hate when my cash low Dropped the basketball, now this rapping shit my last hope, look