Lil Wayne - Triggaman lyrics

f** that n***a p**y a** n***a Straight murder that boy and every p**y that's with em Sit em in the trunk, tell him let's have fun No noise fat potato on the end of the gun My boy's get that paper just as quick as it come And if you're standing in the way then mama missing her son I remember back in the day it was me and Brandon Cut school, smoke weed, I was strapped, he had one too Rest in piece from the Hollygrove crew Tell ya momma I will do whatever she needs me to do Lil Beezy we use to get ready, Can't believe my n***a dead ah I'm an apple street k**er, a eagle street soldier Lil Spitter I'm a ropa Silver duck tape her I'm a kidnapper If ya b**h look good bet I'm a get at her She see me in the coupe I put the petal to the metal If ya boy wanna trip I put the ratta to the tatta Everybody scatter tryna get the f** away Sparks fly, gla** shatter, situation gets sadder Daddy I'm a pitcher, who's the next batter I whip it like gadda and I throw it right at em Junior high school, high school when I had em Had 10 dollar bags 25 dollar package We ain't even in the same lane, stop lacking Damn even Mack Maine tell me I'm macking n***a stop trippin, b**h shake ya laffy taffy This is New Orleans cla**ic, young Wayne the main attraction I got that goose in my system, somebody gone be my victim Talkin with ya b**h, meeting with ya b**h, creeping with ya b**h Now I'm sleepin with ya b**h You can keep her, she a b**h I don't love her, I don't trust her n***a own mother told me the b**h loves to hustle Gotta get that paper baby, gotta get that cake Cop a black lamborghini, put gold on the plates Gone to the beach, sand at my feet R1 one wheel hanging off the seat My n***a Lil Naughty was down town g We use to blow 2 or 3, tell him all about the streets My n***a Soulja Slim had the mutha f**n message [?] was a uptown legend Lil Naughty we use to get red eye, Can't believe my n***a dead ah Lil Soulja he meant what he said ah, Can't believe that n***a dead ah My n***a Lil Spitta that's my n***a all day First bullet out the barrel n***a better guard your face My n***a Lil Spitta he in the game let's play He about to take over for my half time break Now once upon a time not long ago He was in the hospital and damn near broke And all he had was a mask and a Glock A box of baking soda and a couple of pots The streets was empty, the fiends was hungry He wanted to give em just what they wanted To get cheap coke all he needed was connect So he called his homie Wayne from the Hollygrove set Yes Then I got his call, I'll be on the way Don't worry about nothing but that money to be made Met up Spitter we got the sh** straight and I gave him the dope and I kept the ye Now we on the grind and the b**hes know who we are I come through in the car like gosh My posture as delicate as fur, I'm all hers Cut n***as head like barbers Fruity a** n***as is starburst Throw em in the ceiling fans Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherf**ing triggaman Yea yea, throw em in the ceiling fans Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherf**ing triggaman Yea yea the motherf**ing triggaman