Troublesome

[Verse 1]
Look, a bitch said she hit my nigga
I'm like, "Which one?"
I keep a couple on my roster never just one (It's never just one)
I let these niggas choose me 'cause I can't pick 'em (Ayy)
He sent some bags, like which on?
I said the big one

[Verse 2]
Look, it ain't shit to have a nigga drop a bag on me (A bag on me)
I am never tripping off a I been had on me (I been had on me)
I am not his bitch, I never was
Don't throw that tag on me
Now, all my turn around ten thousand
Do the math on it
Diddy told me I was too hard for the radio
Shoutout my city, I'm still bussing through the stereos
I cut that nigga, got that weight off me like terrio
Rest in peace Lijah, I still go cry about your burial

[Verse 3]
Look, I never felt the need to have to proof myself
A nigga can't do nothing for me, I can't do myself
Was always putting bitches on, I never was the help
My baby daddy hand picked, I put him on the shelf
Woke up to this bitch nigga in my bed again
On mamas free lil skoot I need that head again
I am real humble, not one bitch I think I am better than
Said I fell off, sit back and watch me get ahead again

[Verse 4]
Look, I can never trust no bitch with hella friends
I had a bitch from EPA she made me hella bands
And honestly one of the worst things that I ever did
Was leave a up nigga for a broke one with some better dick
But you live and you learn, remember trust is earned
And these niggas never yours, so just enjoy your turn
A double life tryna feed the hood and feed the church
My baby sorry if i hurt you, it's still free the swerve

[Verse 5]
Look, ya'll be falling for these niggas who stay getting curved
It's about who did it better, fuck who did it first
A couple famous niggas tried to fuck me for a verse
What I hold don't even fit in this Balengci purse
A couple of thousand on my neck, but this was trap money
Telling me go legal with my rap money
I beat my case, a real nigga dropped off the racks for me
Don't care if bitches talk about me just put facts on it

[Verse 6]
Look, was supposed to leave that dick alone but relapsed on it
And if the nigga wanted mine, I am keeping tabs on it
When you bitches crazy put a at on it
So when i run into you, I can put a tag on it
When that pressure get applied they don't be feeling that
Sneak dissing on the net, no I ain't into that
I never had a cosigner bitch I been a threat
It's thug life till I die, it's tatted on my chest