Chris Webby - Trouble (Prod. by Kato) lyrics

[Intro] Yeahhh, Webster! Ya Ya... Ya Ya Ya Ya, ye yeye ye yeye ye Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya... Ya Ya [Verse 1] There's about to be some mother f**ing trouble when i'm stepping out the huddle Got these b**hes shaking it like they doing the truffle shuffle All the dudes up in the spot steady bobbin they head Hanging on to every f**ing syllable that I said Got a double shot of whiskey on ice, Terra Lapinskie But f** i've been drinking so much that sh**'ll barely hit me Pop a zanny and go 0-60 until i'm blacking out Wake up in jail and call my cousin Vinny I'm a skinny ginny, tattoos on my skin? I got plenty Brain cells in my head? I'm missing many I've lost it already, if you coming at Webby You better come correct sh** its right of his head B Do them like Marie Antoinette, when I slam the set A handsome vet, that's why your girls pants are wet My competition a'int gonna even have a chance to sweat 'cuz now i'm on, and their plans are wrecked! [Chorus] There's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble Homie that's a fact (homie that's a fact) There's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble You can count on that! (you can count on that) [Verse 2] I'm cold as Mr. Frosty, icicles be falling off me Flowin' potent as the poison that they slipped to king Jeoffrey Wake up and get to work until my cereal is soggy 'cuz i'm, outta my hustle got these haters so salty Got their sodium levels up through the roof You'd think they were drinking ocean water really to tell you the truth! I've f**ing had it with these kids that criticize what I do Come and see me, you'll end up on the sole of my shoe 'cuz see at first I as 'ight, but I got better with practice Now i'm only f**ing chicks that look like Jessica Ravish sh** i've been crazy since I first opened the medicine cabinet Experimented now I got a hell of a habit (na na) Yo i'm kidding I exaggerate the truth 'cuz Mom if you're listening I swear I don't do d**! I had my fingers crossed, homie pa** the weed And if you want trouble follow me [Chorus] There's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble Homie that's a fact (homie that's a fact) There's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble You can count on that! (you can count on that) [hook] Baby i'm a trouble maker That's just always how it's been, ima be one to the end Tell em baby i'm a trouble maker That's just what i am, don't make me say it again [Verse 3] I've been insane in the head! Since I played in a pen Now i'm on the mic see yo the game has began All my enemies started shakin' and ran f** it ill just let em marinate in the pan Ya you know i'm about to eat these mother f**ers with a fork and a spoon One with the force you can feel it when i walk in the room I'm coming out the temple of doom So dirty i need to be swept with a broom My foots up on the peddle and VROOM! The quarterback, yeah of course i'm back Homie and it's more than rap sh** i'm so sharp the microphone's got a sword attached Hey you ?looka? broads be heading where the dolphins at Better bring your motherf**ing snorkel mask