Murkwood - Trouble Maker Lyrics

Flow maniacal
Matter of fact, undefinable
I scope the room and then I take 'em to another room
I run the checking dry and now I'm undesirable
But when I'm finished shit wont be so recognizable

Trouble maker
Pile up the bread I'm like a baker
I check the wallet, disappointing guess I'll try it later
I'm really ballin I'm ballin big like the newest Laker
Forget that and get this Imma double date her

Crank it til the mood lights flood me right
Looking up at moonlight, me why
Body guard like make it back in your free time
When your pocket looking key lime

Trouble maker
Made em dance and threw up on a waiter
Who me, bitch I ain't a f*cking instigator
Ouwee bitch drop again and shake it later
Tropicana rhyme with it, shoutout citrus flavour

F*ck I know, I know
Y'all must have thought I'm dumb
E-Transac and you thought I was done
But the tatted one gotta have my son
Jesus Christ... hold up, never mind

Trouble maker
Stole your wallet but I'll pay you later
Beast mode on your ass, running like a Raider
Go ahead, turn up on the biggest fader
Wrap her body round my waistline, new equator

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Trouble made this
Hate that running through a stack
It isn't looking like it's stopping thats a fact
That's a wrap
Wait no, Trojans on me, that's a wrap
I'm too gone, I can barely rap

Trouble maker
Lost my swagger shoulda never paid her
And now I'm posted on the corner, begging like a beggar
I just copped your education, you could thank me later
All spilling to the floor, better get a raker

I bet I bought a bitch food
Bet I helped buy a gift for her dude
Bitch lascivious, bitch lewd
Good mood nude I pursued
She was everything except screwed