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troublesome - rsb poopie lyrics

[intro: rsb p**pie]
aye
free the j, n*gga
free the j
he flexing loaf on the gram, then i might just take it
flexing loaf on the gram, then i might just take it (then i might just take it)
hey, if he throw the 5 with his hand me and bro gon’— (aye)

[verse 1: rsb p**pie]
he flexing loaf on the gram, then i might just take it
if he throw the 5 with his hand me and bro gon’ break it
we ain’t the real nightingale, f*ck you n*ggas saying?
they say we ain’t stepping, ask the suckers, b*tch, my n*ggas spank sh*t
i can’t f*ck with no snitch n*gga
you gon’ die for all that straddling the fence with him
i can’t get smoked, i’m strategic, b*tch, i move different
we all know the real, please stop acting like you shoot n*ggas
they can’t leave it on the streets, they on the instagram
i was broke down, robbed the plug, now i got insta bands
n*ggas f*cking with them n*ggas, i ain’t feeling that
his name on some work, on the j, he ain’t from the clan
i’m from the g, strictly gang, don’t do the clique ups
g30 hit him in his stomach, make him sh*t, blood
n*gga said he popped me, who the f*ck you fooling?
.308s hit that last n*gga, left that dummy drooling
every time they come to the court it’s gon’ be a shooting
it’s gon’ be a shooting
every time they come to the court it’s gon’ be a shooting
southeast, nightingale court, n*gga, free the movement
they got all my n*ggas locked up
i ain’t yanked it out the load, i always walk up
they tried to slide but me and mell was on defense
why you n*ggas never keep it g on some street sh*t?
[verse 2: jublockshotta]
me, maxx and rozay bounced out on [?]
i’m stitch lipped, you can ask the homies and my codefendants
sliding back to back through the bity getting on these n*ggas
i am not a rapper, don’t approach me, i’ll smoke you, n*gga
i’m the type of n*gga pull—on one of my closest n*ggas
f*ck tomorrow, i could die today so i keep blower with me
you are not a stepper, give it here, you not gon’ blow that nicky
.308s’ll flip a n*gga load like it was a penny
mr. get busy broad day when i see the opps
somebody better get they daughter before that fat b*tch get popped
i’m not one of them, b*tch, if it’s on me then i’m sending shots
you could ask the suckers and homies, they gon’ vouch for rob
n*gga, let’s keep it g, n*gga
ain’t no p*ssy in me, push up on me, we could bang it out
won’t never roll it up, b*tch, i’m not [?], i’ma thump it out
i banged it out with n*ggas when they pulled up to my mama house
that n*gga just a rapper, get the picture, he just want the clout
i’m stepping for the cause, don’t let me catch one of you n*ggas out
it’s gon’ be a kickdoor if that boy don’t come outside his house
i’ll bend through any n*gga block and drop shots right now
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