Trouble - My Boys lyrics

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Trouble - My Boys lyrics

(Chorus – Young Thug) Hey, them my ni**as Yeah, them my boys Light him up like he Christmas If he play with my boys Yeah, them my dogs, them my boys Yeah, them my ni**as, them my boys We gon ball…my boys Yeah, f**k that bi**h if you my boy Yeah, if you my boys (Verse 1 – Ralo) Had a talk with Thug, we was talking bout Escobar Pablo! Snitches the only thing a rich ni**a stressing for Remember we was riding on the motorbus They’d rob the bank before they think bout robbing us We did this s**t ourself, we ain’t ask for no help He’ll k** for for real, I’ll k** for no Jeff So now we got right, these ni**as went left Riding round with them straps, I ain’t talking seat belts I swear to god I’ll murk em if Thugger say the word We went from robbing these ni**as to selling bricks and birds They had the nerve to say they don’t like me riding with Thug But at first, they liked to see…up in the club (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2 – Lil Durk) My ni**as, we do it Play crazy, get smoked like hookah Whip by like what’s up Boopah No Metro Booming, booming One call, they pull up shooting Smash Brothers said we bool Roll up some ops and wood My dogs nem, they so cool cool Too turnt up for Lil NuNu My ni**as demons voodoo They facing sh** like ooVoo, yeah Free the gang, we the gang And the chain made of We insane, keep a Glock If you straying, bow bow Round me, naw naw 40…sawed off FN take this wall off Like where is Waldo? I’m a street ni**a, got my brother’s help So f** you other ni**as if you on some other s**t (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3 – Trouble) Hundred shots in the daytime if you ever come play with them, my boy Ain’t no shooting up no random houses, got to get your man, you got to k** that boy Free Tre, one of the first ni**as to ever put me in that field, my boy Too, my boy Police chasing, we juuged my boy Godfather, you know that ain’t a question How we rocking the Y’all still f**king around and got a fresh seven Man this s**t kinda hectic Painful living, growing up missing daddy Sister making it better Why I be there any time that she need me Cause I know that she had me In and out, but I didn’t know my daddy Woods, on some s**t rated savage Yeah, just a project ni**a, ain’t never had s**t Young, if you hit me, get nasty, pu**y (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 4 – Young Thug) Met that bi**h when I was in elementary Met them my ni**as before elementary They been my ni**as since before elementary I swung on his teacher bout him, yeah in elementary Stop all the k**ing and let’s go get it When you buy you a Bentley, you know you rich Me and Ralo, we like Ace Boogie and Mitch He was broke now his s**t lit up like he hit a lick Lil bi**h, slob on the d**k Lil bitty bi**h, my diamonds gon glisten It’s YSL, and Ferragamo s**t Lil Durk with me, tonight we throw the racks on the bi**h (Repeat Chorus)