Released: April 24, 2020

Featuring: 2 Chainz

Songwriter: ATL Jacob 2 Chainz Trouble

Producer: ATL Jacob

[Intro: Young Scooter]
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Chorus: Trouble]
Quarter mil' on ice, we call that bling-bling, uh-huh
Runnin' up these racks on all you green beans, uh-huh
Foreigns in the brick, look like a dream team, uh-huh
Brick still on your list, I told you one thing, uh-huh
Spoil my bitch, let's get rich, type of shit I'm on my own
Teach my clique, know to hit, type of shit I'm on
Take some trips, let's get lit, type of shit I'm on
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, bitch head go dumb, wrist been feelin' numb
Yeah, still totin' that gun like he on the run
Run, run, run, Forrest, run, run, Forrest, run
Yeah, might chase your boyfriend 'bout you, bitch, I'm done
Yeah, I drop that dick, she said, "You hell with it"
I bought her Chanel shoes to match Chanel with it (Chanel, Chanel)
She asked for the snow, and I promised to never go tell niggas (Never go tell)
I fucked with this ho and she sent her lil' buddy to sell with us
Big shit poppin'
Big dick energy
Bitch, what's popin'?
This bitch cocky
Wrist'll get Follies
Lit like Scottie
Who else gettin' the pills in college? Hmm? (Skoob)

[Chorus: Trouble & 2 Chainz]
Quarter mil' on ice, we call that bling-bling, uh-huh
Runnin' up these racks on all you green beans, uh-huh
Foreigns in the brick, look like a dream team, uh-huh
Brick still on your list, I told you one thing, uh-huh
Spoil my bitch, let's get rich, type of shit I'm on my own
Teach my clique, know to hit, type of shit I'm on
Take some trips, let's get lit, type of shit I'm on
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah, Tony)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Cuban link on top of a Cuban link
'Nother Cuban link, pussy pink, bon appétit (Uh)
Come with me, you better not stink, I'll find you a sink (Uh, uh)
You think you can fuck with this flow, lil' nigga, then load up a beat
Code of the streets, I live that shit, you feel that shit (You feel it)
They bring me whips, I don't go to no dealership (Nah)
When I met the plug, tell me, where the fuck was you? (Was you?)
Partner had that dogfood, yabba-dabba-doo (Yabba-dabba-doo)
Big boy rider (Yeah), drip designer (Drip)
Draw down on him (Baow), I'll outline him (Yeah)
Southside with me (South), the whole Al-Qaeda (Qaeda)
Sell a nigga dummy (Tell him), Duct Tape flour 'em

[Chorus: Trouble]
Quarter mil' on ice, we call that bling-bling, uh-huh
Runnin' up these racks on all you green beans, uh-huh
Foreigns in the brick, look like a dream team, uh-huh
Brick still on your list, I told you one thing, uh-huh
Spoil my bitch, let's get rich, type of shit I'm on my own
Teach my clique, know to hit, type of shit I'm on
Take some trips, let's get lit, type of shit I'm on
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Trouble

Atlanta rapper Trouble broke onto the national scene in 2011 with his debut mixtape December 17th. Since then he has steadily released a stream of mixtapes including most recently #Zaydidit, Skoob Fresh in 2015, and Skoobzilla in 2016.

In 2017 he was featured on the Billboard Hot 100 song “Key to the Streets” by YFN Lucci.