Trigger Man
(专辑: Lil Weezy Ana, Vol.1 - 2006)
Fuck that nigga—pussy-ass nigga Straight murder that boy and every pussy that's with 'em Sit him in the
trunk, tell him, "Let's have fun." No noise fat potato on the
end of the
gun My boy's get that paper just as quick as it come And if you're standing in the
way then mama missing her son I
remember back in the
day it was me and Brandon Cut school, smoke weed, I
was strapped, he had one too Rest in peace from the
Hollygrove crew Tell your momma I
will do whatever she need me to do Lil Beezy we use to get red-eye Can't believe my nigga dead ah I'm an apple street killer, a
eagle street soldier Lil Spitter I'm a
ropa, silver duck tape her I'm a
kidnapper, if your bitch look good bet I'm 'a get at her She see me in the
coupe I
put the
petal to the
metal If your boy wanna trip I
put the
ratta to the
tatta Everybody scatter tryna get the
fuck away Sparks fly, glass shatter, situation gets sadder Daddy I'm a
pitcher, who's the
next batter I
whip it like gadda and I
throw it right at 'em Junior high school, high school when I
had 'em Had 10 dollar bags 25 dollar package We ain't even in the
same lane, stop lacking Damn even Mack Maine tell me I'm macking Nigga stop tripping, bitch shake your laffy taffy This is New Orleans classic, young Wayne the
main attraction I
got that goose in my system Somebody gon' be my victim Talking with your bitch, meeting with your bitch, creeping with your bitch Now I'm sleeping with your bitch, you can keep her, she a
bitch I
don't love her, I
don't trust her Nigga own mother told me the
bitch loves to hustle Gotta get that paper baby, gotta get that cake Cop a
black Lamborghini, put gold on the
plates Home to the
beach, sand at my feet R1 one wheel hanging off the
seat My nigga Lil Naughty was a
downtown G
We used to blow 2
or 3, tell me all about the
streets My nigga Soulja Slim had a
motherfucking message Magnolia head buster, Uptown legend Lil Naughty we used to get red eye I
can't believe my nigga dead ah Lil Soulja he meant what he said, ah I
can't believe that nigga dead, ah My nigga Lil Spitta that's my nigga all day First bullet out the
barrel nigga better guard your face Say my nigga Lil Spitta he in the
game let's play He about to take over for my half-time break Now once upon a
time not long ago He was in the
hospital and damn near broke And all he had was a
mask and a
Glock A
box of baking soda and a
couple of pots The
streets was empty, the
fiends was hungry He wanted to give 'em just what they wanted To get cheap coke all he needed was connect So he called his homie Wayne from the
Hollygrove set Yes, then I
got his call, I'll be on the
way Don't worry about nothing but that money to be made Met up with Spitter we got the
shit straight And I
gave him the
dope and I
kept the
yay Now we're on the
grind and the
bitches know who we are I
come through in the
car like gosh My posture as delicate as fur, I'm all hers Cut niggas head like barbers, fruity-ass niggas is Starburst Throw 'em in the
ceiling fans Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking trigger man Yeah-yeah, throw 'em in the
ceiling fans Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking trigger man Yeah-yeah the
motherfucking trigger man