Fabian Marasciullo - Trigger Finger lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I ain't lookin' back, n***a I'mma douchebag to these p**y a** n***as Hammer in my draws but I nail yo b**h Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist Everybody die, gon' bury me alive Grab life by the horns, put the bullsh** aside Glock clip full like the moon in the sky I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire Life ain't sh** but b**hes and money Pa** 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'mma sensei And I got fat pockets, you n***as in shape Tools on deck, tattoos on necks Life is a b**h, I'll make her yo ex Better turn to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla How the f** you gon' talk sh** to diarrhea Muthaf**a 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 muthaf**a run in ya home For a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome [Hook: Lil Wayne] 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 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' [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I don't like to dream about gettin' paid You ain't gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play Ain't nun sweet but the codeine n***a Eyes hella red like chlorine in 'em I was gettin' that p**y, 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 s** dick, I don't give her that dick Got the world in my hands, I'mma dribble that b**h Money is the issue, full court pressure I like my blunt, Nutty Professor I'mma straight rider with a getaway driver Hit you dead on the money now you dead on arrival I don't f** with these n***as, too old for new friends But never too rich for new money These n***as buying hatorade by the twelve pack Like two stomachs I'm laced up like two shoes, miss goody Keep that ratchet n***a Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch you n***a Blow yo f**in' brains out in traffic n***a Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick n***a One b**h on the whip, one on the phone The one on the phone, is in front of ya home She 'bout to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome [Hook: Lil Wayne] 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 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' [Verse 3: Soulja Boy] Rest in peace to the game cause I'm fresh to d**h Rest in peace to the game, tell 'em k** theyself Make your d**hwish, cause I'm too fresh Cuse I'm fresh to d**h, cause I'm fresh to d**h You go broke tryna get fresh like this Rest in peace to the game cause I k**ed it I'm fresh to d**h, I'm fresh to d**h What you talkin', I came out a coffin [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] I just can't see myself, living in a house of mirrors I bought me a double R, cuz I went from rags to riches And these n***as nag like b**hes Actin' like little f*gs like Richard And all of my b**hes be bad as vision You gotta problem I can fix it like a mathematician I ammunition, call me ammo for short Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts Ya girl is a freak, ya man is a narc Put your son in your arms or put one in your dome