Anyway / Everyday Trouble (Ft. Fetty Wap)

[Chorus: Trouble]
Everyday
I get on my shit bruh, I'm at that cake
I might get my dick sucked and watch the game
Thinkin' 'bout my nigga, locked in that cage
Bitch I'm at my neck in this shit, deep in the gang
Fuck around and get wet out this bitch
Watch where ya hang
Anyway yeah this like everyday yeah
Anyway yeah this like everyday yeah
Anyway yeah this like everyday yeah
Anyway yeah this like everyday yeah

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Thuggin' out strollin' just makin' my plays and
Caught a lil bitch out the Serenade
Man that little bitch is so irritating
She callin' my phone, she so irritating
She can't stay from round, she just can't
I bring em everywhere cabanas
I like the pants no MC hammer
Man these some pretty little dancers
My family just life in the streets and the beat
I might be Hot Sauce wit the handles
Told 'em it's how do you handle the shit
Your life like a eight in a Fanta
No wonder when a nigga givin' you shit
You treat a nigga like he Santa
Project playa from Atlanta
With the shit that's on my nana