Trigger treat boyz ft. Mclaurin Lyrics

Trigger treat, I'm finna show that glizzy work

He claim he dissin' on my dead's , he the one that's gettin' hurt

He say he gon' come kill me, but he never upped it first rapid fire off the perk, friendly fire, that's the worst

He was wearin' vests and the bitch still got merch

Yet you say you wanna kill, pick the chop and go to work

Keep your fuckin' thoughts up in your head, don't say it out

It just lead to breakups, misleads don't say it out

When I throw these fuckin' bullets, bitch I swear these bitches loud

I know I'm the one that's holy, but the devil's showin' out

Please don't get back and come close to chopper sounds

If they take my lil' sis, I'm goin' deep up in the dark

Trigger treat I'm finna show that glizzy work

He claim he dissin' on my dead's, he the one that's gettin' hurt

He say he gon' come kill me, but he never upped it first

Rapid fire off the perk, friendly fire, that's the worst

I'll stand and make a move and I'ma make a way

Big bank ready to shank a nigga if he in my space

Summer storm, new niggas flockin' every time of day

We in the drought, babies gotta eat like blackies say

Eight good things comin' threes, we can sum it all

Big three, I'm in the lead, I'ma shoot it all

So much shit, I don't understand, no love is lost

I'm the grand band last and them drummers on the floor

Cross across the tracks, finna hit him in his back

I done seen niggas fall, and I done seen niggas run track

They ain't do nothin' for they mans, when that lil' nigga got packed

Fuck the fleas, they ain't do nothin' for they homies that got wacked

Tigger treat, I'm finna show that glizzy work

He claim he dissin' on my deads, he the one that's gettin' hurt

He say he gon' come kill me, but he never upped it first

Rapid fire off the perk, friendly fire, that's the worst

If I die today, I'm comin' back to hunt the worst

You niggas claim not to demons, but the devil don't even trust you

Slidin' through the opps, I'm finna whack a nigga, test you

Leave a lil' ass bitch goin' on sleds, I don't mess with me

Nigga red with his bitch, he ain't do shit

I be slidin' through the opps, I'm tryna whack him in his shit

He ain't do nothin' for his mans, when he died, I bought that shit

Come back and come kill somethin', do it like the red

I be these niggas slidin' on the blocks, I'm tryna catch a opp

They ain't do nothin' for they mans, so stop tellin' me that you on hops

I'ma slide through the ages, catch a hoodie on that block

Fuck a flea, fuck a toast, I'm finna hit him in they throat

2-3-3's on the clock, finna hit a nigga in his top

Stand in clip, I aim like whip, to hit his shit, I'm finna block him out

Niggas thinkin' I be friends, no, he not, man

Slidin' through, like, what opps, this shit

Niggas think he playin' with the opps, I'm finna duck the clip

56 up in this clip, a nine

Man, she want the all, I got a clip, I left the clip aside

Niggas want the all, they aim the beam

Niggas thinkin' I be playin' on the block, which gonna clip

Hangin' on the whip, I ain't do the playin' in six

Hangin' through the odds, finna hit him in they shit