Binary Trigger Lyrics

We be creepin', we be creepin', we be ooh

We be creepin', we be creepin', we be ooh

I don't know what you been told

But I got opps and I got souls

Got a real big sack, got a real big pole

And lil' shawty wanna fuck you know

I had to tell her no

Hop out the car and spray the glock

Sound like a drac when it hit him

Them niggas think I got a switch

But this a binary trigger

I go to clappin back to back

I'm not your ordinary killer

I hold it down and keep it real

They say it ain't nobody realer

Hold on, run down on them and we bless them

If he run in, we go catch him

Shawty tell me I'm too extra

She won't find nobody better

I flash and beat his ass

I'm sorry, mama know I had to flex him

My youngin' told you not to test him, no

VIP my section

And you know I'm clutchin' on my pole

I be on hella dope

They want me for a show

I can't come in without my rocket

Got a hundred thousand dollars

Sittin' in my fuckin' pocket

I hear lil' shawty say she want me

Tell that hoe I said to stop it

And they know I come through flexin

All these niggas in a rari

Drop the top, you know I chop it

I can go and cop a mazi

Want smoke with me, that's suicidal

Tell them stupid, kamikaze

My youngin' zip his ass for free

Ain't never payin' for no body

I don't know what you been told

But I got opps and I got souls

Got a real big sack and a real big pole

And lil' shawty wanna fuck you know

I had to tell her no

Look, pull up actin' bad

I'm in a bad mood, I smash him

They mad I got my money up

They hate that I got past them

He hide behind the preacher

Up in church, but I'ma blast him

We shoot a movie, cast him

Zip and body bag him

I ain't goin' back and forth

With niggas over verses

He shot at me, can't aim the blick

Nigga must be nervous

We knocked his brudda off, now go and ask him

Was it worth it

Like, why it had to come to this

We hit him with a dirty stick

And I don't know what you been told

I can rock out with this Glock

On the stage at all my shows

I told lil' mama bend it over

I'ma make her touch her toes

They be like, there go 5K

He known for uppin' all the scores

Hold on, fah fah, stick talk, hop out

Run him down, up the gat then blast and

Smash him, hunnid bullets for a hunnid clowns

And I say, ain't no peace

It ain't no sleep inside this shotta town

Inside the Mississippi

Choppa bullets and his body found

I don't know what you been told

But I got opps and I got souls

Got a real big sack and a real big pole

And lil' shawty wanna fuck you know

I had to tell her no

Bitch, damn, babe

He a demon baby

Heat tucked a face shot

He a demon baby

Go and tell him he a demon baby