[Intro: Trizz]
Yeah the homies in the back, faded off a back
I'm dressed in all black, yeah

[Verse 1: Trizz]
Everyday I had a problem but I ain't have a way to solve em' n***a
Fuck the world I hate the way that it's revolving
It felt often to make it maintaining and keep ballin' (n***a)
Smoke weed it felt like I'm sleepwalking
He talking cheap talk is expensive it be costin'
We bossin' up, live it up n***a then we toss it up (ay)
A loss is nothing like "fuck it" and we chalk it up
Fall into temptation with Satan when he stalking us
I just be tryin to ignore and he keep calling us
He stand right before us in doors no need to talk to us (ay)
You know as soon as he get us it mean alot to us
And really it ain't shit and he pick it til' not enough
Out of touch I'm out of fucks like I'm out of nut
Down to run all down to your hut and stick it out of rut
Just to stunt I'll run it up til' I'm out of luck
Who really wanna fuck with us n***a

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
(hol' up) Trouble, double trouble
These bitches want trouble we gon' give they ass double motherfucka what's up
Trouble, double trouble
These bitches want trouble we gon' give they ass double motherfucka what's up
Trouble, double trouble
These bitches want trouble we gon' give they ass double motherfucka what's up
Trouble, double trouble
These bitches want trouble we gon' give they ass hell in this motherfucka
[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
(board up our doors) hol' up
Pop them motherfuckers open hit the streets and do my chores
(i had mud in my pores) ooh
Daddy left and Satan called me off the porch it was magnetism
Lil' Ouija blinded by the torch so I had to get it
Seen the OG's really do a flip so I had to flip it
Seen the robbers brought it to the mix so I had to hit it
First motherfucker moving different get his shit splitted (boom!)
Bitch I grew up in a nightmare
Feel like every time I opened up my eyes it was right there
But I guess I did alright there (huh)
Little heathen grab the hatchet when I broke up out the high chair
(Hol' up) You never shoot then just shut up
Feel like a snack how you fruits tried to roll up
Heard you want trouble then fucker you got it
I do not hold up
You got to hold up

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
(hol' up) Trouble, double trouble
These bitches want trouble we gon' give they ass double motherfucka what's up
Trouble, double trouble
These bitches want trouble we gon' give they ass double motherfucka what's up
Trouble, double trouble
These bitches want trouble we gon' give they ass double motherfucka what's up
Trouble, double trouble
These bitches want trouble we gon' give they ass hell in this motherfucka