Trouble’s Son.

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck it (Ooh, go wild, go off) Ayy, man, why the fuck can't I use my regular voice Bein' compared to some dumb nigga I don't fuckin' care about? Ayy, ooh, uh [Verse] Fuckin' fan of none of you niggas (Sheesh) Quick, come and run up, ain't no fear of you niggas (Sheesh) 'Ringe'll fuckin' pop you, hear the scream of these niggas (Sheesh) So now you need to fuckin'-fuckin' pray for the nigga (Sheesh) I am not a trouble's son (Ah) Who thinks I'm a trouble's son? (Sheesh) Autistic clones, you're goin' in the dust (Sheesh) My patience never breaks down, turn it up (Sheesh, sheesh) [Chorus] Autistic, shit, autistic shit Your new wave is some autistic shit Autistic, shit, autistic shit Your new wave is some autistic shit Autistic, shit, autistic shit Your new wave is some autistic shit Autistic, shit, autistic shit Your new wave is some autistic shit Autistic, shit, autistic shit Your new wave is some autistic shit Autistic, shit, autistic shit Your new wave is some autistic shit