4TB Rosé - Gon Be Trouble

Lil bro caught him at the red light he got that trigger play
Niggas be some grown man's but act like kids now and days
Once my brother call me I was right there on the way
I turnt into a demon I don't play bout mine I let that choppa spray
Frozone feeling like Gucci she saw the audemar was popping coochie
He a dumb nigga he act like a goofy don't come over here the streets get spooky
Once it green we ready go srt white on white like snow
Hold wait listen rosé got ma ma ma many flow
They not on my mindset in the field It get slimy and grimy
Got put the fake niggas behind there's a demon gotta keep him inside me.
I love getting to the paper niggas that's a fact big rubber bands let me keep it a stack
You mess yo team gonna subtract this choppa tiny, but it got the impact

It's gone be some trouble moving on the double always staying humble
I know niggas from that jungle pop you for a lil crumble
It get crazy in that field we all love to rumble niggas betta
Keep they eyes open all they do is fumble
It's gon be some trouble moving on the double getting to a bag
That lil boa he messed up in the head he just love dumping mags
Told my niggas to stay ready make sure that you keep a mask
You may got that money but can you compare to this paper tag

What yo motion looking like you see that wrist it's glowing bright
Why you talking all up on the net for some views and some likes
Catch him broad days on sight on channel five by tonight
We checking niggas no Nike
All these hoes love rosé they gone fight
Yea yea what they talk'n bout
Never try to run and hide we gonna visit mommas house
I'm the oldest spouse of my momma rosé the golden child
I might be the quiet one but next moment I'm getting wild

I'm gone let these niggas know I'm strictly bout that business
You gone keep on chasing hoes I'm gone get money you see the difference
Trying to hop on my wave causing an interference copycat nigga
Wanna copy a whole nigga appearance
You ain't like oop yo hoe wanna wife me pretty cool nigga don't try me
She said rosé can I wear yo chain while you get behind me
When I pull up drop the top I never tell never talk to cops
Never tell these niggas what you got betta close that door keep it on lock

It's gone be some trouble moving on the double always staying humble
I know niggas from that jungle pop you for a lil crumble
It get crazy in that field we all love to rumble niggas betta
Keep they eyes open all they do is fumble
It's gon be some trouble moving on the double getting to a bag
That lil boa he messed up in the head he just love dumping mags
Told my niggas to stay ready make sure that you keep a mask
You may got that money but can you compare to this paper tag

Written by:
Kyree Bowden

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