Tim Latham - Trigga Happy lyrics

Dope Fiend Willy: Heh Heh Yeah goddamn it's that old gangsta sh** right there boy goddamn sh** heh heh This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mutha f**in record I want the Ten piece hey I got me some now I don't give a f** but uh huh yeah you All ain't gonna know nothin bout this O.G. sh** Unless you start knowin sumpim about Uzi's and sh** So uh? Verse 1: Spice 1 Now this 380 was a b**h who used to ho up on my block She lived on smith-n-wesson with that pimp Mr. Glock Now Glock had many b**hes, he sold p**y by the pound And b**hes jocked his trigga everytime he came around Big baller, big game shooter until he met that crazy mutha f**a Mr Ruger Now ruger was a pimp too, He had his own hoes Mrs Hollow Tip and Neener who wore ho'ish clothes G-string up the a** with the big fat cli*oris Drinkin that Colt 45 cuz she's a gangsta b**h I love my neener and my neener loves me mutha f**a's think I'm crazy Cuz I'm trigga happy Chorus in the background: Trigga happy, Trigga happy, Trigga happy n***a (repeat 4X) Dope Fiend Willie: Heh heh, well goddamn smith-n-wesson, heh heh heh, I got me a colt 45 Back at the mutha f**in house heh heh, yeah I'm ready to do somethin' With one of these little ol'young mutha f**a's heh heh yeah, but I Think maybe a ol' ten piece hook me up mutha f**a I know you got that sh** Yeah mutha f**in Dope Fiend Willie in the house, don't give a f** About no n***a heh mutha f**a sh** Verse 2: Spice 1 Mr Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed And Mrs Mossberg blowin up his (???) And the sh** it don't be gettin no better, you gotta watch for that Crooked a** cop Officer Beretta Put your a** in a sling, check out that skinny a** b**h deuce deuce Thinking she miss thing And Mr tech nine lookin for some convo and he jammed and stuttered when He could had a ho But he still knockin boots from hell to heaven n***a got a page about Three feety seven Gettin paid for the cot, so now he got a deal with that b**h's pimp mr Glock Chrous in the background: (Repeat 3X) Dope Fiend Willie: Yeah yeah I like that new sh** boy yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga Happy HEH trigga happy n***a Yeah I like that sh**. I'm bout to go Over here and talk to these girls over here damn baby what you got on And sh** Verse 3: Spice 1 Now every n***a's wavin peace to the nine Cuz Glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin cheap wine With his n***a AK drug kingpin gotta find Mr Technine do his a** in n***as plottin hits plottin schemes but Mr Technine's got an AR-15 An OG n***a from the hood got his cash on rollin fly brooms smokin Chronic to the f**in dome And Mr Glock got the word from his people Mr Technine's havin a party At the Desert Eagle So right in front of the club when he checked his beeper Technine blasted his a** with the street sweeper Chorus in the background: (repeat 4X) Dope Fiend Willie: (Smoking) (coughing) goddamn sh** f** yall and your folks got these Days? That old chronic sh** look at that! Goddamn boy let me get Another hit of that sh** ( smoking) goddamn (coughing) You ol' trigga happy mutha f**in youth