Trouble

Ayo, you rocking with Chicago's baddest
Female rapper, L Street
And you now rocking with
DJ Hood it's official let's get it aye
Shouts out to my lil homie, young Oliver

What do you want fucko? You want something?
L swear on my fucking mother
If you touch her again, you're dead
Don't shoot

All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses
Shoveling that devil's angel up they noses
Never let jail turn my shine into Moses
Couldn't cleanse my soul with
Them civil rights' hoses
Panoramic roof under glass like a coaster
Backseat driver
Racial slurs at the chauffeur kilian loafers

Photo op is priceless
Frame my wanted posters

War brings casualty
Bitch have my son before I face that tragedy
I ordered hit's, She orders Mahi r-IP Vivian
Shoutout to