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Trouble Uh Huh (ft. 2 Chainz)
In 2018, Eardrumma rapper Trouble quietly released one of the year’s best projects in Edgewood, a dark and harrowing exploration of his formative Atlanta projects. Since then, it’s been a series of ups and downs for Big Skoob, though the scales have once again been tipped in his favor with his new album Thug Luv. Officially back with a vengeance, Trouble widened the scope on this go-around, kicking things off with a hard-hitting Atl Jacob-produced banger called “Uh Huh.”
Never one to waste words, Trouble simply sits back and skates over the beat, never raising his pace beyond that of a jog. “Big shit poppin, big dick energy,” he boasts. “This bitch cocky, wrist get Follies, beamed like Scotty.” Next up is 2 Chainz, who never fails to insert a dose of comedy into his bars. “When I met the plug, tell me, where the fuck was you?” he ponders.
Trouble – Uh Huh (ft. 2 Chainz) (prod. ATL Jacob)
Lyrics
[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
