[Chorus: Trouble]
I could never understand a bitch n***a
I could never understand a good gossiping ass hoe
I could never understand all these haters
I could never understand why n***as catch cases and fold

[Verse 1: Trouble]
I could never understand them fake street n***as
Claiming they real, cause they put on all black
Claiming they'll kill
Confused busters bustin' all over nothing
Catching cases, and never truly being trusted by those that they trust
All across the world, all the girls runnin' they mouth
Speakin' on shit that they ain't got no buisness talkin' about
Stay out they people lives and get your own
Too much time on your hands, you should just make time to come up with a plan
I can't stand you bitches, cause you all fake
I can't stand these rap n***as, cause they even faker
Talkin' 'bout bodies, never seen one though
Talkin' 'bout Maserati, but they ain't never drove one though

[Chorus: Trouble]
I could never understand a bitch n***a
I could never understand a good gossiping ass hoe
I could never understand all these haters
I could never understand why n***as catch cases and fold
[Verse 2: Bun B]
But I guess I'm just too real to
Pull out of Texas, if you a bitch, I don't feel you
Being from the land of the trill, I do what the trill do
Drippin' on that grain with 4s and 4 wheels too
Fuck that bullshit haters try to spread
Prices the streets put on my head
I'm still in this bitch gettin bread
Fuck what them n***as said, unless it's under oath, it don't effect me
Caution from my 44, they gon' respect me
Bet a n***a try to check me like a questionnaire
You best have your ratchet, and your motherfuckin' vest in there
We gon turn it up, like the volume
You said you was a warrior, now you don't want no problems

[Chorus: Trouble]
I could never understand a bitch n***a
I could never understand a good gossiping ass hoe
I could never understand all these haters
I could never understand why n***as catch cases and fold