Willie Hex - Troublesome lyrics

rate me

Back on the block with a brick in the burner

Will he ask the truth in the booth, like a journal

Desert eagle on my hip, got a fucking body on it

Running with a dirty bird, Michael Turner

Yeah, that’s me, the kid from the Bronx

Brass knocks knock you out, face gets stomped

Besides rubber bands I don’t see no counting

Pussy ass rap niggas don’t really wanna wrong

I’m violent, yeah, I’m violent

But I’m tryina be about my peace

Till you push my buttons, then I push a button on you

And all my ten boys feast

Razor blade, eat your face, eat an ear, meet your fate

I don’t give a fuck what you wear

Pistol whip, oversmack, take the Polo off your back

You see I got the map right there, out there

Any one of you rap niggas out I swear

It’s cool while I came across every fool to the day I come back, oh, yeah

Oh, yeah, hustle cocaine and guns, I smuggled some

I’m the papi from the block, that’s similar to pot

Motherfucker, I’m troublesome

I’m troublesome

Young teen and I got that gun, pop a pussy rapper just for fun

Motherfucker, I’m troublesome

Yeah, I’m troublesome

Young teen and I got that gun, pop a pussy rapper just for fun

Motherfucker, I’m troublesome

Darker days are coming, darker days

You don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck either

Believe in it, what will your soul tell you when you’re dead?

Live a good life, you coward

Yo, I told you niggas before, don’t fuck with me

Look at your boss and I … comfortably

Only keep real puppies in my company

Type of papis that erratic get slummed for me

I’m in the hood all heavy, lyrically and literally

I’m deadly

Call Luc, I tell him get the chopper ready

We cut them up like Machete, fuck respect, I …

Yeah, this beat and flow so godlike

My team mob like it’s like organized crime mixed with rhymes

Got a bunch of hit men on the team

Yeah, we do the job right, these niggas gotta be kidding me

They ain’t raw, well Willie Hex the epitome of war

Listen by, I please the Lord, word to my flag, I leave you crushed on the floor

I’ve been telling niggas it’s my turn so step up and get killed quick

A hundred keep if you break down my rhymes

Then you will learn, it’s all real shit

I broke a couple jaws in my time, kicked down a couple doors in my time

So don’t play

I fucked a bunch of broads in my time, let off a couple fours in my tie

I don’t play

Motherfucker, I’m troublesome

I’m troublesome

Young teen and I got that gun, pop a pussy rapper just for fun

Motherfucker, I’m troublesome

Yeah, I’m troublesome

Young teen and I got that gun, pop a pussy rapper just for fun

Motherfucker, I’m troublesome

Motherfucker, I’m troublesome

I’m troublesome

Young teen and I got that gun, pop a pussy rapper just for fun

Motherfucker, I’m troublesome

Yeah, I’m troublesome

Young teen and I got that gun, pop a pussy rapper just for fun

Motherfucker, I’m troublesome