Trouble - Medusa Lyrics

(Big Papito)

Hey
No strings attached, m'kay
Chanel put on yo frames and on yo back, m'kay
M'kay don't go to looking strange when I go tat yo' face (yeah)
Don't look like that when you be asking me bout racks, m'kay
(Don't look like that, don't look like that)

Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (uh huh, yeah)
Brand new whip, with old money like my cougar (uh huh, yeah)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat is that Medusa? (uh huh, yeah)
These niggas ain't real and I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (uh huh, bitch)

I f*ck with King and Dill for real, so free Bibby (free Bibby)
I was getting some Lip Service just like GiGi (just like Gigi, yeah)
I remember a bitch curved me, then I had a three piece (had like three, yeah)
Talking bout the same time, my future Bright no TV (this ain't tv, yeah)
Get off my dick bitch, damn hoe I gotta pee pee (I think I gotta pee one time)
I had a shootout, who pick the youngings up?
That was Neek Neek (got a real bitch, one time)
Keep gettin this paper
I don't want ya talking bout free me
But a nigga tried damn, guess you just got to free me

If I'm hoppin outside of a Phantom
40, inside of my hand
Ballerinas on me keep on dancing
Trappin' outside of Atlanta (trap)
Send my lil bitch to go grab it(trap)
Gettin' to the money a habit (sheesh)
She be ocean wet she the Atlantic
Got another hoe stuck on the campus (woo)
She be mixing her drink with the addy
She be like Trouble come back with my panties, wait
I just want the paper baby swear I'm not a fan of that
'Cause then you gone want shit free
And I gotta get my cheese
It's different if you was my bish
I'ma bless you, yes indeed (baby, you know I got bless you)

Hey
No strings attached, m'kay (m'kay)
Chanel put on yo frames and on yo back, m'kay (m'kay)
M'kay don't go to looking strange when I go tat yo' face (yeah)
Don't look like that when you be asking me bout racks, m'kay
(Don't look like that, don't look like that)

Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (uh huh, yeah)
Brand new whip, with old money like my cougar (uh huh, yeah)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat is that Medusa? (uh huh, yeah)
These niggas ain't real and I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (uh huh, bitch)

This plain Jane on my wrist a Hell Cat okay (skrr)
Gas Kenmore Stove, pass me that Old Bay (damn)
Rolls Truck on C's old J (haha)
If you ain't get no paper you ain't got no say (yeah)
On the sidelines nigga 'cause we not gon' play (naw)
We stand up guys 'cause we not gon' lay (woo)
A bunch of S Curl niggas how we not gon' spray (boom)
Yeah we saw who did it but we not gon' say (yeah)
Hoppin' up out of out of the Don (hey)
Boxes of Louis Vuitton (hey)
I put the ground on the map (hey)
That why they call me the Don (hey)
I put the light on the streets (hey)
That why they call me the GOAT (GOAT)
If it's a hustler parade (hey)
They gotta make me a float (let's go)
Tell them I said it I meant it and I quote it
Put the city on the map and you know it
Seven days out of the week wear black (uh)
Seven days out of the week stay strapped (strapped)
Top down ridin' down Old Nat (Nat)
Brave game big clip fall back (uh)
First mill I made that on rap (naw)
Put the trap on the map no cap

Hey
No strings attached, m'kay (yeah)
Chanel put on yo frames and on yo back, m'kay (haha)
M'kay don't go to looking strange when I go tat yo' face (yeah, what's up?)
Don't look like that when you be asking me bout racks, m'kay
(Don't look like that, don't look like that)

Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (scooter)
Brand new whip, with old money like my cougar (cougar)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat is that Medusa? (haha)
These niggas ain't real and I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (ayy)