Trouble Lyrics

Alright, here, drink this
What is it?
Shut up and drink it
No
I said drink it, bitch
The fuck? The fuck are you tryna do?
Get us cancelled

Ayy, yo
Fuck blind people (What?)
And deaf people suck (Stop)
So do cripples, you dumb quadriplegic fuck
With Christopher Reeve's luck (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Shady, Jesus, what the fuck?
Oh, here comes Marshall to try to clean this up (Shut up)
What's the matter, Marshall? Your penis tucked?
Aw, the big bad rapper just get his feelings hurt?
Let me go, you bitch
Or what, genius, huh?
You gonna cancel me, yeah? Gen-Z me, bruh?
Little pussy, what's wrong? Thought you was dreaming, huh?
When you gonna realize that we fuckin' need each other?