Lyrics:
and my face on a stamp
And y'all still won't be able to stick me or fuck wit' me
I'm 'bout to leave my mark on this game like a buck fifty
Took shots
Y'all niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
Yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for
as that shit hit the fan I gave him fifty bands
Saw my first high, man I got excited
Care about too much I might get indicted
Even though I know better,
shot so many niggas (yeah)
Got so used to pulling the trigger
Bitch, it ain't nun to kill a nigga
Hit a nigga, spin a nigga with the .50
Have you
this my only gun
Pull up 50 cars [?] in the radio
Punch a nigga for speaking retarded now he his radio
Trigger boy that's a flash like a camera gave
up laced up
Ridin' through the city
Top let down
We ain't blowin' on the 50
Its trigger man and jeezy man and D-F-B, boy
And I gotta hold it
money, I got money everywhere
All this damn money, I got money everywhere
(I got) money over here
(I got) money over there
Hundreds, fifties
on mission, on Addies I geek
24-7 on creep, we don't sleep
I don't show love, you get whacked where you eat
Free that boy Ralo, he shot on you geeks
Fifty
think I'm finna cop a Draco, issa drill
We gon make 'em rock a halo
From the Windy City but that bitch be hot like San Diego
I might have like fifty
someone, please, bring the fans out
Make a bitch work, work, work, work like Rihanna
Stash the twenties, stack the fifties, when I look up, I see hundreds
the point forty-four five bitch its grey fifty-nine let the devil goin' ride
Ain't nothing but a pussy if you goin' throw shade
Fuckboy I'm hungry and you
tagging
50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger nigga on the bandwagon
Huh, I know this nigga named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me
Says "Stick
And they don't give a fuck (No)
And we won't post it on the 'net
We make 'em give it up (Come here)
You actin' like a bitch
That trigger make you fingerfuck
bye
I'm gon' always hustle on the low
So my pockets stay high
I got thugs who at them triggers
Blow one snap my finger you die
Blowing gas straight from
spend 'bout a ticket on opps (woah)
I'm tired of sparin' these ho-ass niggas
The back of the Glock got a lil' bitty box
You tap on the trigger, it let
a shower in that
Ima be done in about an hour with that
Damn chief sosa look at your
Wrist at your wrist
Got a fucking 50 cal with that
Shootin out a old
wheels if they under fifty
nigga
Lock and blocks the motto
Got more slow than Dr. Zhivago
Same mind state that makes a poem rock in Chicago
But I don't
punks pull pranks us real niggaz pull triggers
And I figure that like father, like son..fuk the pack man, lets buy the 50 pack and a gun
Don't mean
scared, fuck nah to put a hole in a nigga
I'ma trigger happy nigga, putting holes in Hilfigers
With some thug ass niggas sipping eighty proof liquor
Split
know me nigga
bout getting my figga's bigger nigga
and to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger nigga
I'm a 9-1-1 hitter nigga
oh oh a thuged out wig
a cap
So my enemy's gone on a muthafuckin map
Six feet deep, his boys might try to creep
I don't sleep, I keep my trigger finger on my heat
Huh, and sho'
at
Nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Matter fact where the ass at
Cause I got the Ruff Ryders and I ain't talkin bout my
a tool said get against the wall
Fuck that, rather brawl then go out at all
My man pushed back, body pulled the trigger
Nah G, not Amsin, that's my main
the Jacker ain't too stubborn to say when he's wrong
[HOOK]
I should get twenty dollars and go to Econolodge
And tie the sawed-off trigger around
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