Mykii J, The Kelly - Trouble

Uh-oh, we're in trouble
Something's come along and it's burst our bubble (yeah, yeah)
Uh-oh, we're in trouble
Gotta get home quick, march on the double
Trouble
They're in trouble
Trouble
They're in trouble
Uh-oh
Uh, I'm finna get sturdy like plywood
I'm the young, Black Gambit in my hood
Catch bodies in the Knight like my name Suge
Rapper but I Pop like D. Woods
Plus I got the key, no Biscayne
To be Frank, gettin' high off novacaine
Then I pull up in the BAT like I'm Bruce Wayne
If it's Mortal Kombat, then I'm Liu Kang
Mykii gon' prosper
These haters imposters
Couldn't fit in on the roster
I am a monster
Cookie, no lobster
Eat the thing up like it's pasta
I'm at the casa
Sippin' coolatas
Haters, persona non grata
Stackin' ricotta
Fendi, Louis, and Prada
I can't Tamed like Impala
Whole lotta choppas
Shoot my shot like a sniper
Eat the dick up like Kielbasa
They sleepin', they somber
I'm the king like Wakanda
My dude, he from Colombiana
I can't be bothered
With them sometimey-anas
Presidential like Obama
I'm causing' the trauma
Finna blow like a bomber
I'm the judge like ya honor, bitch!
Me and The Kelly, we double-trouble
Flip the game up like Royal Rumble
Flex on a hater, ain't nothin' subtle
Better shut ya muzzle, before I burst your bubble
Money got me smellin' Musky like Elon
I'ma pop star, smoke Trees like Neon
First name King and my last name Leon
I'm cold like freon, them haters just (Peonssss)
Hahaha!
I mean, I ain't have to call them peons though
But muthafuckers keep tryna test me, you know?
That's like a dingbat tryna take the MCAT, you feel me?
Yeah! (And That's It!)
Trouble
They're in trouble
Trouble
They're in trouble
Uh-oh
Stop thinking I'm arguing
I'm not arguing, that's just the way I talk
I talk loud, my whole family is loud
You should know that
Uh, promise that I'ma always get my lick back
Break a bitch like a muh-fucken' Kit-Kat
Pop a bitch like muh-fucken' Tic-Tac
N*ggz tryna bag me but they lookin' like Riff-Raff
Bitches know that I'm gonna get my get-back
And my n*gga at home when I get back
Bitches clowns, so I got you with the Big Mac
Like when the muthafucken Gat say, "click-clack"
No Avatar but I'm finna Sokka hoe
Call me NLE 'cause I'm on my Shotta Flow
If you ain't with my clique then you gotta go
'Cause we started from the basement, no Alamo
Got you bitches on hush, inaudible
When I clap this ass it's applaudable
Me and Mykii J really unstoppable
I mean, who's toppin' us? Be logical, like …
(Zzzzzzzzzz!)
Trouble
They're in trouble
Trouble
They're in trouble
Uh-oh
They're in
Trouble

Written by:
Caroline Askew, Conall Ronan Fitzpatrick, Jacqueline Blake

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