Trigger Happy (feat. Ryan Oakes & Alec Devine)
I got my hand on the trigger
I feel the adrenaline flow through my veins
Im boutta build me a river
Full of blood from everybody throwing the shade
All black fit
Bitch im so wicked
Talk shit you'll see them three sixes
All those disses dont get dismissed
They'll make you wish you dont exist
I've been on my own
Feel it in my bones
I've been making moves and, i've been improving
I've been falling down, hating where I land
Getting up stronger
Tryna make a stand yeah
And they all just stop and stare, now
And i hate the way they say my name, loud
And they all coming out with they hands out
No doubt, switching up they route acting proud
Its all fake
I pray to god, i can see
Think i'm wrong until i speak
I'm writing songs until i can't breathe
I got my hand on the trigger
I feel the adrenaline flow through my veins
Im boutta build me a river
Full of blood from everybody throwing the shade
All black fit
Bitch im so wicked
Talk shit you'll see them three sixes
All those disses dont get dismissed
They'll make you wish you dont exist
I got my hand on the trigger
And a round in the chamber
Im bout to build me a river
Let out this anger
I take my time surround it
Just like i be tried
Make sure my mind is grounded
And i won't be the same
I take my life
But i'm not take yours
Will take this knife
I just wonna make sure
I feel the adrenaline flow through my veins
Im boutta build me a river
Full of blood from everybody throwing the shade
All black fit
Bitch im so wicked
Talk shit you'll see them three sixes
All those disses dont get dismissed
They'll make you wish you dont exist
I've been on my own
Feel it in my bones
I've been making moves and, i've been improving
I've been falling down, hating where I land
Getting up stronger
Tryna make a stand yeah
And they all just stop and stare, now
And i hate the way they say my name, loud
And they all coming out with they hands out
No doubt, switching up they route acting proud
Its all fake
I pray to god, i can see
Think i'm wrong until i speak
I'm writing songs until i can't breathe
I got my hand on the trigger
I feel the adrenaline flow through my veins
Im boutta build me a river
Full of blood from everybody throwing the shade
All black fit
Bitch im so wicked
Talk shit you'll see them three sixes
All those disses dont get dismissed
They'll make you wish you dont exist
I got my hand on the trigger
And a round in the chamber
Im bout to build me a river
Let out this anger
I take my time surround it
Just like i be tried
Make sure my mind is grounded
And i won't be the same
I take my life
But i'm not take yours
Will take this knife
I just wonna make sure
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Charles Martin
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