Trigger Finger
(专辑: I Am Not A Human Being II - 2013)
I
ain't looking back, nigga I'm a
douchebag to these pussy ass niggas Hammer in my drawers but I
nail your bitch Blunts like fingers, I'm 'bout to make a
fist Everybody die, gon' bury me alive Grab life by the
horns, put the
bullshit aside Glock clip full like the
moon in the
sky I'm at the
gas station adding fuel to the
fire Life ain't shit but bitches and money I
pass that weed, 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
bitch, I'll make her your ex Better turn to God 'fore I
turn to Godzilla How the
fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea Motherfucker 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 motherfucker run in your 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 itching, my trigger finger itching My trigger finger itching, my trigger finger itching My trigger finger itching, nigga I
don't like to dream about getting paid You ain't gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play Ain't nothing sweet but the
codeine, nigga Eyes hella red like chlorine in 'em I
was getting that pussy, I
was getting 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 dick, the
feds on my nerves I
walk it like I
talk it, got legs on my words If she don't suck dick I
don't give her that dick Got the
world in my hands, I'mma dribble that bitch 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 fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends But never too rich for new money These niggas buying Haterade by the
twelve pack Like two stomachs I'm laced up like two shoes, Miss Goody Keep that ratchet, nigga Trigger finger itching, I'll scratch it, nigga Blow your fucking brains out in traffic, nigga Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick, nigga One bitch in the
whip, one on the
phone The
one on the
phone is in front of your home She 'bout to run in your 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 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 itching, my trigger finger itching My trigger finger itching, my trigger finger itching My trigger finger itching Nigga Rest in peace to the
game 'cause I'm fresh to death Rest in peace to the
game, tell them kill they self Make your 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 talking, I
came out a
coffin Yeah 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 bitches Acting like little fags like Richard And all of my bitches be bad as vision You got a
problem I
can fix it like a
mathematician I
am-munition Call me ammo for short Trukfit shirt, camo the
shorts Your girl is a
freak, your man is a
narc With your son in your arms I'll put — One in your dome Tunechi