Lil' Wayne - Trigger Finger lyrics

rate me

I ain’t lookin back nigga,

I’ma douche bag to these pussy ass niggas

Hammer in my draws, but I nail your bitch

Blunts like fingers, I’m bout to make a fist

Everybody die, go and bury me alive

Grab life by the hands, put the bullshit aside

Glock clip full like the moon in the sky

I’m at the gas station, adding fuel to the fire

Life ain’t shit, but bitches and money

I pass that weed, like I studd it

Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix

Highway to heaven, I’m taking the scenic

You tied to the track on 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’ve got fat pockets

You niggas in shape

Tools on deck, tattoos on neck

Life is a bitch, I make her your ex

Better turn to god, before I turn to godzilla

How the fuck you gonn talk shit, to diarheea

Motherfucker is on, I’m just rubbin em wrong

Put a bug in my ear, but not in her phone

I have a broke motherfucker run in your home

Before I come in to bone and put

One in your dome, one in your dome

One in your dome, one in your dome

One in your dome, one in your dome

[Hook]

Empty stomach, full clip

I’m gonn get it, gonn get it

Empty stomach, full clip

I’m gonn get it, gonn get it

My trigger finger itchin, my trigger finger itching

My trigger finger itchin, my trigger finger itching

My trigger finger itchin, my trigger finger itching, lego

I don’t like to dream about getting paid

You ain’t gonn hurt nobody like getting played

Ain’t nothing sweet but the codeine nigga

Eyes hela red, like clorine nigga

I was getting that pussy, I was getting that money

Long hair don’t care, hacksaw jim duggin

Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step

2 rights don’t make a wrong, 3 rights make a left

The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerve

I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words

If she don’t suck dick I don’t give her that dick

Got the world in my hands, I’ma dribble that bitch

Money is the issue, fuck court pressure

I light my blunt, nutty professor

I’m a straight rider, with a getaway driver

Hit you dead on the money, now you dead on arrival

I don’t fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends

But never too old for new money

These niggas buying hatorade, by the 12 pack

Like 2 stomachs, I’m laced up like 2 shoes miss goodie

Keep that ratchet nigga

Trigger finger itchin, I scratch it nigga

Blow your fucking brains out in traffic nigga

Got green new orleans, saint pattrick nigga

One bitch in the whip, one on the phone

The one on the phone, is in front on your home

She bout to run in your home and put

One in your dome, one in your dome

One in your dome, one in your dome

One in your dome, one in your dome

[Hook]

Empty stomach, full clip

I’m gonn get it, gonn get it

Empty stomach, full clip

I’m gonn get it, gonn get it

My trigger finger itchin, my trigger finger itching

My trigger finger itchin, my trigger finger itching

My trigger finger itchin, my trigger finger itching, lego

Rest in peace to the game cause I’m fresh to death

Rest in peace to the game, tell em kill theyself

Make your death wish cause I’m too fresh

Cause I’m fresh to death, cause I’m fresh to death

You go broke tryina get fresh like this

Rest in peace to the game cause I killed it

I’m fresh to death, I’m fresh to death

You talking, I came out the coffin, yeah

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 niggas nag like bitches

Acting like little fags like richard

And all of my bitches be bad as vision

You got a problem I could fix it like a mathematician

I ammunition, call me ammo for short

Truckfit shirt, camo the shorts

Yoru girls is a freak, your man is a narc

With your son in your arm I put

One in your dome, one in your dome

One in your dome, one in your dome

One in your dome, one in your dome.

Thanks to Cody for correcting these lyrics