Lil Wayne - Trigger Finger lyrics

I ain't lookin' back, n***a. I'm a douchebag to these p**y a** n***as. Hammer in my drawers 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. I 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'm a 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. 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' 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 in 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. 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' Rest in peace to the game 'cause I'm fresh to d**h. Rest in peace to the game, tell them k** they self. Make yo d**h wish, 'cause I'm too fresh. 'Cause 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. 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 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 ya son in ya arm, or put one in ya dome One in ya dome. One in ya dome