Trouble (Don Remix)

Don't testify, yuh Don't testify, yuh Hit the brakes, no gas Y'all really want no trouble You can hate, get mad But y'all really want no smoke But y'all really want no smoke Y'all really want no Ayy, hand up on my motherfuckin' choppa Just left the goddamn bar on the ground Fucking stained murder him, take his motherfuckin' soul Hangin' with some,killers get you blessed off that murder pole Nigga run up on me, pissed dirty last week Don't give a f*ck Stay up on that crack cocaine, get you blessed Deal outta my mother fucking crib Run up on me, better have your goddamn vest Stretch his ass up, put his ass up in the grave Stretch his ass, put a bullet through his motherfuckin' face Better have your face masked on put the work in Nigga run up on me, I'ma run that shit up I'ma put a gun to his face, I'ma put him down I'ma lay a fucked nigga layin' on the fuckin' ground I ain't never played around Nigga run up on me, it's a blickdown Homicide, run up, leave his pants down, bitch Hit the brakes, no gas Y'all really want no trouble You can hate, get mad But y'all really want no smoke But y'all really want no smoke Y'all really want no Hey, chain across my motherfuckin' neck Cost me five bricks Nigga run up on me, better have respect I ain't never played around In this fuckin' bar down in Hennessy Better have your fuckin' crown I ain't never played around Nigga, you gon' hit the goddamn ground Watch you bleedin' out, you just met the blood impression Nigga run up on me, better have your fuckin' vest Nigga's bullets, gonna tear through your chest I ain't never played around Nigga run up on me, better have your fuckin' vest I'ma make your face hit the ground Run up on me, it's a fuckin' stain down Run up on me, knowin' how this gang get the f*ck down Big Blood, shoutout to the G's, nigga Run up to me now, I'ma put your ass to sleep, nigga Run up to the gang Big Blood, slatt slatt Big Blatt, blatt Bow bow, watch this goddamn body drop Hit the brakes, no case Y'all really want no trouble You can hate, get mad But y'all really want no smoke But y'all really want no smoke Y'all really want no Infinity stones I carry that power like Xanus Makin' me hard to handle Don't test the waters Don't test it Don't touch the fire Hit the brakes, no case Y'all really want no trouble You can hate, get mad But y'all really want no smoke But y'all really want no smoke Y'all really want no Hand up on my motherfuckin' chopper Just sold my last brick, nigga, wait, no, stop Run up to the feds, what the f*ck Watch his body hit the ground Face mask on my fuckin' face run him down I'ma shoot this hoop in Nigga, ain't no basketball Bullets comin' quick They gon' leave you on the ground Stayin' down Bulletproof vest case that aim for my chest