Uncle Nard - Trouble

Just might pop a bottle or some'

Light up the cigar

Whenever shit’s hard

Thanking Uncle Nard

Skoob you the one

You gotta go hard

You just gotta go hard

You gotta go hard, my bul Uncle Nard

The money so good, the money so evil too

Separate your boys

I just gotta get mine, you out to get yours

Show respect you gon' get it

Show respect you gon' get it

But my dogs didn’t quit it

Fuck a hater, I handle my business

I just told my nigga Stack please stay out the way

Let they get it from yours', I know getting it ok

I just tell my nigga stay solid dog, and stay free

I don’t give no fuck ‘bout chain gang, but they dont want beef

I’m gon' keep myself a strap while on this motherfucking paper

Just want see this shit in visuals, ain’t motherfucking

Free, he got 14 ‘bout that fucking video

I’m tryna make over 14 million in your fucking stereo

Thug life, bitch to death, ain’t nothing changed, we still be in the jet

Fuck niggas ain’t real, they just ugly and stiff, that shit a threat

Uncle Nard so bool, I’m tryna wonder who can bring him death

Auntie broke the news, I’m looking ‘round like who I got there

Just might pop a bottle or some'

Light up the cigar

Whenever shit’s hard

Thanking Uncle Nard

Skoob you the one

You gotta go hard

You just gotta go hard

You gotta go hard, my bul uncle Nard

The money so good, the money so evil too

Separate your boys

I just gotta get mine, you out to get yours

Show respect you gon' get it

Show respect you gon' get it

But my dogs didn’t quit it

Fuck a hater, I handle my business

Try my best to handle all my business

Rather it be my family up in this

On my life I ain’t pray for no distance

For my niggas I love, forgive me

If it’s you that was hating fuck you though

Do it hurt, been goin' through it, but you don’t

They upset because I bought a two door

because I put my duke first

They swear it’s perfect, all for you

They swear it’s all good for you homie

Fuck the money, ain’t shit homie

Pull the head off if we real homie

When I die pull up the head for me

Feel that shit in me like ‘round the corner

Ain’t go no fiddle, I keep it on me

Pop bottles for nothing, I’m staying lonely

Just might pop a bottle or some'

Light up the cigar

Whenever shit’s hard

Thanking Uncle Nard

Skoob you the one

You gotta go hard

You just gotta go hard

You gotta go home, my bul Uncle Nard

The money so good, the money so evil too

Separate your boys

I just gotta get mine, you out to get yours

Show respect you gon' get it

Show respect you gon' get it

But my dogs didn’t quit it

Fuck a hater, I had ‘em