Troublesome (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Aye, gang, gang, aye
Aye, gang, aye

[Chorus]
Say you won't be for us, but be careful what you ask for
Diss the gang, I can, likely tough, (ah) get your ass smoked
Come and try a bad pipe for us to get your ass poked
R.I.P. them soldiers, bitch says who da fuck hasn't passed forward
You mustn't had think I had it in and 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
Drop this basketball, now this rapping shit my last hope, look

[Verse]
I'm from the shower, all these bitches love that casual shit
I be with a bunch of young niggas living dangerous
Gone to trap a few niggas, who ain't standing, shit
Masked up and we don't say a thing, gone to Jay-Z 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 play
Popa is probably killing for the only thing I'm safer with
Niggas ain't no killers, just got the reasons to take a pic
I turned to a savage, man Picasso couldn't have painted this
I would do some pain, so somebody gonna pay for this
Ain't no blade, like an ATM, I get to change shit
Ain't no fucking round. High, had to rearrange quick
Nigga we some demons, don't get your guardian angel here
Rolling up the folks, dead niggas went up flaming bitch
(?) burns people on Friday and I ain't facing bricks
I'm so disrespectful, all the Gs say I make them sick
I'm Lil Polo bitch I'm hot, throw it like, like I'm Pac
Extended clip in my Glock, drop the rakes like my pops
Timtim gang, fucka opp, let it bangs with some shots
Turn a nigga to a block, and they send me at its 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 grizzly, got addicted to this guap
Boy tell your favorite rapper that I'm coming for a spot
How long I best, when a fucking song got made nice
Our son work are hard, cause I'm trying late to pay light
The streets ain't the same, cause these shorties weren't raised right
Dissing in the lyrics, you gon' end up at a gravesite
Niggas like to rap it 'til we clapping, give ‘em stage fright
Running with ‘em clips like I'm just trying to get this fair, right
34 albums I see when I'm going out loud
Run upon his ass like was all shit you was told ‘bout
I call up my shooter, that nigga will bring a ball out
You know that we packing like we just spoke to you out loud
No leg shots, I ain't aiming at your calves, I don't no-scope
Lil nigga can't take it, I'll let him gon' make a ball out
Long live them niggas, y'all got me out here ballin out
Bitches used to call me a shorty, I'm in a jobs now
She gon' deep throat, make her choke, work her jaws out
All up in my face like the toilets again, told you
Baby where you been cause Lil Polo is what I'm called now
Rough, some fuck, been it's like fucking (I) act like we never talk
Last of a dying breed, I come from a special club
I just want my team when we looking like we never lost
If I don't make it, Imma rob a bank, Imma 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 get crucified, if I never cross
You don't wanna listen, we start blicking, it'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 won't be for us, but be careful what you ask for
Diss the gang, I can, likely tough, (ah) get your ass smoked
Come and try a bad pipe for us to get your ass poked
R.I.P. to soldiers, bitch says who da fuck hasn't passed forward
You mustn't had think I had it in and 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
Drop this basketball, now this rapping shit my last hope, bitch