Trigga Fingaz
I don't really want no friends
We all know how that ends
I just wanna win
I just wanna win Yea
Keep on talkin slick
I'm loadin up the clip
Keep on talkin licks
Yo tongue gone get you twisted
Pushed me off the ledge
Looked down saw that I was dead
Got a couple in the head
Off the top I'm seein red
All the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mixin n
Strum the trigga it get wicked
How you hold that gun that don't Really make no man up outcha
It's more power in the tongue
That's why they want me silent
That's why they want me violent
Drop down on a nigga
Drop his body if he speak
Drop em cold til he leak
Murder murder on the scene
187
How many hold this Mac 11
All I really need is 1
Golden eye down the barrel
double O 7
I ain't really need a gun
Puttin on for my self
I don't need the city
I don't really care where I'm from
They showin fake love
They don't give a fuck
And this with people I grew up
But you could never try to play us
Me and my team on the way up
Bad thoughts
Take me down
To a place I've never been
I don't wanna talk
But I'm still sinnin
I don't wanna talk
But I'm still winnin
Is this how it feel to be independent
Takin chances wit my own business
Gettin thick
Like boy what you eatin
On the road
Late nights been sleepless
Takin chances
Leavin em speechless
Grant my wishes
When I rub on yo body
She feelin mystic
But she ain't the genie
She move like a dancer
But she ain't exotic
Takin me higher
We stuck off the chronic
Im tryna get flyer
Don't need a designer
I don't really want no friends
We all know how that ends
I just wanna win
I just wanna win
Keep on talkin slick
I'm loadin up the clip
Keep on talkin licks
Yo tongue gone get you twisted yea
Pushed me off the ledge
Looked down saw that I was dead
Got a couple in the head
Off the top I'm seein red
All the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mix n
Strum the trigga it get wicked
All this rage inside of me
Nobody seem to see
So Im sellin out this xtendo clip
All these shells is free
Everybody talk that talk
But I don't hear no evil
If you ain't gone walk that walk
Shoot 'em
Shoot em in his ankles
End yo role
Like a sprained ankle
Got em slippin trippin
In a hidin angle
And that feeling that rose
To the ceiling
It hit the floor
Don't let em see me
In murda mode
No evidence
By the time that I'm on
No evidence by the time that I'm on
Get em gone
Get em gone
Get em gone
I don't really want no friends
We all know how that ends
I just wanna win
I just wanna win
Keep on talkin slick
I'm loadin up the clip
Keep on talkin licks
Yo tongue gone get you twisted
Pushed me off the ledge
Looked down saw that I was dead
Got a couple in the head
Off the top I'm seein red
All the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mixin
Strum the trigga it get wicked
We all know how that ends
I just wanna win
I just wanna win Yea
Keep on talkin slick
I'm loadin up the clip
Keep on talkin licks
Yo tongue gone get you twisted
Pushed me off the ledge
Looked down saw that I was dead
Got a couple in the head
Off the top I'm seein red
All the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mixin n
Strum the trigga it get wicked
How you hold that gun that don't Really make no man up outcha
It's more power in the tongue
That's why they want me silent
That's why they want me violent
Drop down on a nigga
Drop his body if he speak
Drop em cold til he leak
Murder murder on the scene
187
How many hold this Mac 11
All I really need is 1
Golden eye down the barrel
double O 7
I ain't really need a gun
Puttin on for my self
I don't need the city
I don't really care where I'm from
They showin fake love
They don't give a fuck
And this with people I grew up
But you could never try to play us
Me and my team on the way up
Bad thoughts
Take me down
To a place I've never been
I don't wanna talk
But I'm still sinnin
I don't wanna talk
But I'm still winnin
Is this how it feel to be independent
Takin chances wit my own business
Gettin thick
Like boy what you eatin
On the road
Late nights been sleepless
Takin chances
Leavin em speechless
Grant my wishes
When I rub on yo body
She feelin mystic
But she ain't the genie
She move like a dancer
But she ain't exotic
Takin me higher
We stuck off the chronic
Im tryna get flyer
Don't need a designer
I don't really want no friends
We all know how that ends
I just wanna win
I just wanna win
Keep on talkin slick
I'm loadin up the clip
Keep on talkin licks
Yo tongue gone get you twisted yea
Pushed me off the ledge
Looked down saw that I was dead
Got a couple in the head
Off the top I'm seein red
All the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mix n
Strum the trigga it get wicked
All this rage inside of me
Nobody seem to see
So Im sellin out this xtendo clip
All these shells is free
Everybody talk that talk
But I don't hear no evil
If you ain't gone walk that walk
Shoot 'em
Shoot em in his ankles
End yo role
Like a sprained ankle
Got em slippin trippin
In a hidin angle
And that feeling that rose
To the ceiling
It hit the floor
Don't let em see me
In murda mode
No evidence
By the time that I'm on
No evidence by the time that I'm on
Get em gone
Get em gone
Get em gone
I don't really want no friends
We all know how that ends
I just wanna win
I just wanna win
Keep on talkin slick
I'm loadin up the clip
Keep on talkin licks
Yo tongue gone get you twisted
Pushed me off the ledge
Looked down saw that I was dead
Got a couple in the head
Off the top I'm seein red
All the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mixin
Strum the trigga it get wicked
Credits
Writer(s): Tydus Genustella
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