Trigger Finger - Lil Wayne, Soulja Boy

I ain’t lookin' 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 itchin', my trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itching, nigga

I don’t like to dream about gettin' paid

You ain’t gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n 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’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 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 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'

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 talkin', 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

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

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