Trigger Finger

I ain't lookin' back ni**a

I'm a douchebag to

These p**sy a** niggas

Hammer in my draws

But I nail yo b**ch

Blunts like fingers

I'm bout to make a fist

Everybody die

Gon' bury me alive

Grab life by the horns

Put the b******t aside

Glock clip full like

The moon in the sky

I'm at the gas station

Adding fuel to the fire

Life ain't sh*t

But b**ches and money

I pass that w**d

Like I studied

Bury me in fire

And watch me phoenix

Highway to Heaven

I'm taking the scenic

You tied to the track of

My train of thoughts

And controlling my thoughts

Is like taming sharks

And these hoes wanna kick it with me

I'm a sensei

And I got fat pockets

You niggas in shape

Tools on deck tattoos on necks

Life is a b**ch I'll make her yo ex

Better turn to God

'Fore I turn to Godzilla

How the f**k you gon' talk sh*t to diarrhea

Muthaf**ka it's on

I'm just rubbing 'em wrong

Put a bug in my ear

But not in my phone

I'll have a broke muthaf**ka run in ya home

For a crumb and a bone

And put one in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

Empty stomach full clip

I'm gon' get it gon' get it

Empty stomach full clip

I'm gon' get it gon' get it

My trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin' ni**a

I don't like to dream

About gettin' paid

You ain't gon' hurt

Nobody like Kid 'n Play

Ain't nun sweet

But the codeine ni**a

Eyes hella red like chlorine ni**a

I was gettin' that p**sy

I was gettin' that money

Long hair don't care

Hacksaw Jim Duggan

Too high to take a breath

Too high to take a step

Two rights don't make a wrong

Three rights make a left

The cops on my d**k

The feds on my nerves

I walk it like I talk it

Got legs on my words

If she don't suck d**k

I don't give her that d**k

Got the world in my hands

I'ma dribble that b**ch

Money is the issue

Full court pressure

I like my blunt Nutty Professor

I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver

Hit you dead on the money

Now you dead on arrival

I don't f**k with these niggas

Too old for new friends

But never too rich for new money

These niggas buying hatorade

By the twelve pack

Like two stomachs

I'm laced up like two shoes

Miss goody

Keep that ratchet ni**a

Trigger finger itchin'

I'll scratch you ni**a

Blow yo f**kin' brains out in traffic ni**a

Got green New Orleans

St Patrick ni**a

One b**ch on the whip

One on the phone

The one on the phone

Is in front of ya home

She 'bout to run in ya home

And put one in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

One in ya dome

Empty stomach full clip

I'm gon' get it gon' get it

Empty stomach full clip

I'm gon' get it gon' get it

My trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin' ni**a

Rest in peace to the game

Cause I'm fresh to death

Rest in peace to the game

Tell them k**l theyself

Make yo death wish

Cause I'm too fresh

Cause I'm fresh to death

Cause I'm fresh to death

You go broke tryna get fresh like this

Rest in peace to the game

Cause I killed it

I'm fresh to death

I'm fresh to death

What you talkin'

I came out a coffin

I just can't see myself

Living in a house of mirrors

I bought me a double R

Cause I went from rags to riches

And these niggas nag like b**ches

Actin' like little fags like Richard

And all of my b**ches be bad as vision

You got a problem

I can fix it like a mathematician

I ammunition call me ammo for short

Trukfit shirt camo the shorts

Ya girl is a freak ya man is a narc

Put ya son in ya arm or put one in ya dome

One in ya dome