Songtext Troublesome Doe Boy

Troublesome

This that Doe Beezy from 2012
Lex Luger
Yeah
Know what, matter fact, I'ma take it back a lil' further
Let's go

Let me take it back to 2009 (2009)
I was hitting houses but they knew not to hit mine (Fools)
Had a 38 but playing off our bullets flying
'Fore you think 'bout trying, think 'bout dying
I ain't capping, ask my mom (Oh really)
Even though she took my gun, I bought another one (Another one)
Upgraded to that Trey 57, damn, I'm troublesome (You think I'm troublesome)
Look at me, ain't hard to see, you play, I'm slumbersome
My ice, ain't tucking none (Fool), bitch, I'm tucking something

If he run up on Doe Beezy, that's gon' get that fool hurt
Put some money on my head, you gon' g't your goon murked
I don't shoot back, everybody know m?, know I shoot first
Barely went to class but kept that pole tucked like a school shirt
Mugging in the club, yeah, he look like he plan on touching something
Reach, pussy boy, I dare you, bet we be stumping something
I'll smack the taste out your mouth, think you tough or something
I am not the one I thought you knew, I'm my mother's son
One phone call, hundred guns start clapping
Nigga try the gang, bet the birds start flapping
Never heard about Beezy, boy, you better go and ask 'em
I had so much fun with choppers but So Much Fun went platinum (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

Let me take it back to 2009 (2009)
I was hitting houses but they knew not to hit mine (Fools)
Had a 38 but playing off our bullets flying
'Fore you think 'bout trying, think 'bout dying
I ain't capping, ask my mom (Oh really)
Even though she took my gun, I bought another one (Another one)
Upgraded to that Trey 57, damn, I'm troublesome (You think I'm troublesome)
Look at me, ain't hard to see, you play, I'm slumbersome
My ice, ain't tucking none (Fool), bitch, I'm tucking something (Oh really)

I'm scared of fucking cops
Acting like he savage, but he scared, he duck his opps (Pussy)
All I hear is talking, never hear no fucking shots
He try me, he gon' hear mops
If he smart, he duck his top (Fool)
Shit, let's fast-forward to 2012
No home invasion, bitch, I'm robbing, nigga, fuck a scale
Big-ass gun make a pussy nigga tuck his tail
Let you bust your plays all day then take it, hold this fucking L
Who is these niggas? Never heard of 'em
Went down for robbing, shot at my victim, I'm just glad I ain't go down for murder
Had gunpowder on my hands, can't say I ain't shoot that burner
Almost threw my life away, I thought I learned something

Let me take it back to 2009 (2009)
I was hitting houses but they knew not to hit mine (Fools)
Had a 38 but playing off our bullets flying
'Fore you think 'bout trying, think 'bout dying
I ain't capping, ask my mom (Oh really)
Even though she took my gun, I bought another one (Another one)
Upgraded to that Trey 57, damn, I'm troublesome (You think I'm troublesome)
Look at me, ain't hard to see, you play, I'm slumbersome
My ice, ain't tucking none (Fool), bitch, I'm tucking something