Trouble UGCrowns (Ft. Nalyd & Primetime 151Eh8)

[Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
It’s the blackout, ‘rari got the back out
Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house
Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
Kill Bin Laden, nother 4 up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
Still trick with bitches out with money or with ass shots
G.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-up gang Peter nigga, yey done hit the jackpot
Whole ‘nother level, then you add fame
That’s a whole ‘nother devil, legit drug dealer
That’s a whole ‘nother bezel, the carbon audemar
That’s a whole ‘nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
Runnin’ like the rebels
UNLV sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle

[Hook: 151Eh8]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind

[Verse 2: Primetime]
Pharrell said, “Get ‘em,” so I got ‘em
Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot ‘em
Then it ricocheted and killed the game;I’m a problem
Cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my French, I’m going hard as my dick
When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch’s lips
Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin’ since I mentioned Reptar’s triceratops dick
I feel it in my gut to kill these motherfucks
As a must like the arm of my pits
You niggas coming shorter than a Bush Wick Billy costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly
Uhm, well, not really, it’s gettin’ kinda chilly
Let’s hit a couple bars and get some bitches wet willies
Soaked, getting’ jiggy with it in Bel-Air's richest
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit