Looking For Trouble (feat. rayre)

(Intro)

*laugh*
This some different typa shit right here bro
You know, mothafuckas thought we was playin with this shit
But we boutta let 'em know wassup with this one right here bruh
You feel me?

(Pakman)

Any bitch want smoke don't tempt me (tempt me)
Imma throw these hands like lefty (lefty)
Got Ray on my side my bestie (bestie)
This cash in stacks its hefty

Talkin' that shit but yo bag be empty
Tellin' em lies cuz you don't impress me
MG on my side, call me Tank Dempsey
We gon' make it to the top one day, let them see

Uh
Bitch I ain't playin' it's funny
They think that it's games they ain't love me
I ain't worried 'bout them they some dummies
I'm just focused on makin' that money

Diamonds on my neck, they be cold gettin' runny
I could have her bouncin' on my dick, like a bunny
Bitch I got a .30 in my lap, and its rubbin'
Told 'em Im the greatest in this shit, no discussion

Any bitch want smoke come find it
Yeah that ass fat so I clap from behind it
Yeah we on perfect timing
Take her to the next location, TriMet

We ain't playin with this shit, we climbin'
Soon they gon' be lookin for us like jus sign him
We gon' make it to the top, we shinin'
On the rap beat, we gon slap so rewind it

It's gon' get crazy I'm looking for trouble
Think you got a chance man that shit make me chuckle
Don't know who I can trust that shit a struggle
They say shit behind you but really it's subtle
I fucked with her once but ain't gon' do it double
This shit goin' good boy all it took was hustle (hustle, hustle)

(rayre)

Run up i’ll leave leave him deceased
Know this choppa hit hard like Ali
I'm a big dog off the leash
Ima bite ima show off my teeth
Commas on me
Rockets on me
I'm wit my team bitch I feel like Hakeem
Run up on me
That boy gon see
How easily I can make a boy bleed

I got a choppa I’m gonna go blast it
I love pretty bitches that love fashion
Said that she want em, so I bought her lashes
And some Dior so we always matchin'
Talk to me nice why he showin aggression
He talkin down so we teach him a lesson
30 clip on me at all times, uh
Yea
Send him to heaven

Get on the beat I’ma slaughter
He think it’s sweet but the choppa go grraata
Say u go hard, but my shit go harder
That boy my son, you know I’m his father
Flooded my wrist and my neck wit the water

My shit go splish
My shit go splash

Might fuck around hit your bitch from the mofuckin back
Breakin her back
Bring out the green yea I bring out the racks
Bring out the hatchet, we never lackin
If he want smoke then we letting him have it
Look at my wrist, it’s gettin cold, if she get cold won’t give her my jacket
Boy that’s my shit, go get your own, show em a flow, they just gon jack it

Don’t want yo hoe
That bitch she ratchet
Pass it
Like a pg for the magic

I get the dough
This shit a habit
Grab it
I’m with my gang wreakin havoc

I get a hit of the gas and I’m flyin I feel like aladdin uh laddin uh
She say she want me
But I cannot cuff on no jasmine uh jasmine uh

(Pakman and rayre)

Bitch I am blessed, just work ain't no rest
I get the money with it im obsessed
(Hit him with the right, hit him with the left
Start up a fight like Ron Artest)

You ain't a problem you ain't got me stressed
(Police come pick him up clean up the mess)

This shit a game to me play it like chess
(That boy is a pawn in my game, must confess)

It don't make no sense, they don't act impressed
They hate on my work but fuck with my finesse
Yo diamonds be fake, they don't even flex
Shit jus look like they all sad and depressed

(They talking down on my name but i’m chillin ‘cause i’m still making money nevertheless)

Still I ain't trippin' cuz I'm on a mission and mothafucka I just started my quest [quest, quest, quest, quest]