[ HOOK ]

Yea they call me trouble and I'm trouble alright,

I ain't never going out without a fight.

[ VERSE 1 ]

Ain’t nobody callin’ me trouble just to be cute

They call me trouble ‘cause I’ll fuck your whole shit up at the root.

I grew up where the dirt turns red and fists turn blue,

Where a man don’t talk tough unless he plans to follow through.

I don’t smooth shit over, don’t sugarcoat lies,

I’ll tell you “fuck you” clean while lookin’ you in the eyes.

You want polite? Get the hell out my face.

I ain’t here for manners I’m here to hold my place.

Say my name sideways and I’m steppin’ in close,

No warnings, no speeches I swing before most.

You think I’m playin’? I don’t fucking play

I’ll ruin your night, your mood, your goddamn day.

You get offended? Good feel that shit deep.

Your feelings ain’t my problem to keep.

I was built in the clay where real men fight,

Where “fuck around and find out” ain’t said light.

I don’t wish you luck, don’t hope you’re fine,

Cross me once and your ass is on borrowed time.

Folks whisper “he’s trouble” like it’s some dark curse,

But bitch, I BEEN trouble that’s the part that’s worse.

I don’t back down, don’t freeze, don’t stall

I stand ten toes and dare any motherfucker to brawl.

[ HOOK ]

Yea they call me trouble and I'm trouble alright,

I ain't never going out without a fight.

[ VERSE 2 ]

Listen

You talk all that shit but you ain’t built strong,

You bark like a badass but bitch break when shit goes wrong.

You holler online, but in person go pale,

I’m the motherfucker turnin’ your courage to fail.

Difference between us? I don’t pretend tough

I’m actually violent, angry, and rough.

You flex for your boys, I swing for the kill,

Your punchlines crumble, my punches are real.

I’ve beat grown men down for less than a look,

I’ve ended whole nights that soft boys mistook.

I’m the outlaw version of “shut your mouth,”

The dude you don’t test from north to south.

I ain’t gotta scream, ain’t gotta hype shit loud

Trouble walks quiet, but speaks real proud.

Say some slick shit and I’m steppin’ in fast,

Your luck runs out and your face meets grass.

I don’t do fair fights I do fuck-you fights,

The kind you feel for the rest of your nights.

I’m the hit to the jaw that deletes your pride,

The anger you wish you never tried.

I cuss, I swing, I don’t give a damn

I’m the outlaw version of “fuck your plan.”

Your whole tough act? Fake as hell.

My whole lifestyle? Swing, crack, yell.

And if your boys jump in? Bring the whole crew

I’ve dropped motherfuckers stacked two-by-two.

[ HOOK ]

Yea they call me trouble and I'm trouble alright,

I ain't never going out without a fight.

[ VERSE 3 ]

I ain’t a rumor, ain’t a whisper, ain’t a bedtime tale

I’m the son of a bitch that makes grown men bail.

I’m the slam of a boot when your mouth runs wild,

I’m the chaos that grew from a fucked-up child.

I don’t soften my voice to save your pride,

I’ll say “fuck you” twice and dare you outside.

I’m the outlaw walkin’ with red clay on my jeans,

The one wreckin’ your peace and breakin' routines.

I don’t hesitate, meditate, pause, or pray

I solve shit violent and walk away.

You wanna test trouble? Step wrong once.

I’ll turn your tough guy act into a goddamn stunt.

I don’t dodge beef I season that shit,

Serve it up hot, and swing ‘til you quit.

You talk too much, I talk too direct

I threaten fast and break your respect.

I’m the reason your friends say “don’t start shit tonight,”

‘Cause once I show up, nothing ends right.

You ain’t outlaw you’re a loud-ass mess,

A fuckin’ chihuahua in a tough guy vest.

I’m the difference between warning and war,

The one swingin’ first and swingin’ some more.

Cross my line and I’ll show you my way

Quick hands, quick anger, ruined day.

I ain’t trouble ‘cause they said it I’m trouble by choice.

A fucked-up storm with a fucked-up voice.

[ HOOK ]

Yea they call me trouble and I'm trouble alright,

I ain't never going out without a fight.