Trigger Finger E

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. Twos on deck, tattoos on Necks. Life is a bitch, I'll make her your Ex. Better turn to God before I turn to Godzilla. How the fuck you gon' talk shit to Diarrhea? Motherfuckers on, I'm just rightin' and Wrong. Put a bug in my ear, but not In my phone. I'll have a broke motherfucker run In your home 'fore I come in the bone And put one your dome, in your dome, One in dome, one in dome, one in dome. Uh, 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'. Nickel. I don't like to dream about gettin' paid. You ain't gon' hurt nobody like kid and play. Ain't nothin' sweet but the codeine, nigga. Eyes hella red like chlorine in 'em. I was gettin' that pussy, 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 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'ma 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 buyin' hatred, raid by the twelve-pack. Like two stomachs, I'm laced up like two shoes, Miss Goody. Keep that ratchet, Nigga. Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch it, Nigga. Blow your fuckin' 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 dome, one in your Dome. Uh, 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'. Nickel. Rest in peace to the game 'cause I'm Fresh to death. Rest in peace to the game, tell 'em 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 talkin'? I came out a coffin. Yuh. I just can't see myself Livin' in a house of mirrors. I bought me a double R 'cause I went From rags to riches. And these niggas nag like bitches. Actin' 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. Truck fit shirt, Camo the shorts. Your girl is a freak, Your man is a narc. With your son in Your arm, I'll put one your dome. Tonk'. your Dome, one dome, one your dome, One, one in your dome, one in your dome,