Trigger Talk

Chorus:

Rolling down that window

Imma get you for that pillow talk

Rolling down that window

Imma get you

When that trigger talk

Rolling up that indo I think I

Hear them spirits talk

But when I roll up in that Benzo

And get out you see guerilla walk

Verse:

It’s the murder master, you

Bout that yapping boy?

Bumping your gums gone get

you stretched out in traffic boy

Know how that wolf lurking,

Don’t let that moon curse him

And if anybody gotta problem with it

Imma let the chopper get out and cock it and

“Pocka, pocka pocka pocka “

East coast west coast anybody killa,

You thought you were brave till you faced a guerilla

They opened the cage as I displayed my displays of rage

Repent for you’re sent to the grave

No bible on earth can prepare you for what

I will bring to your table and do to your spouse

Lifting and pulling all under her chest with my

Big black fingers all under her blouse

I need wiggle room for my squad

Cement trucks like the mob

I’ll send them young boys through and they

Can’t come home till they finish the job

I’ve managed to channel my anger through music

Egyptian with bricks levitate from my Voice

The victim that snapped and turned into a killer

I figured he had no way out or a choice

These are the times considered the last days

When you smell it on my clothes

You know that I’m getting blazed

Once you’re in my clutches know its no escape

I hold your fate in my icy grip of death

Fight to feel your breath

You gone need a Pope and a pentagram

That’s on God imma bust till the trigger jam.

Chorus 2:

Rolling down that window imma get you

For that pillow talk

Rolling down that window imma get you

When that trigger talk

Rolling up that indo I think I

Hear them spirits talk

But when I roll up in that Benzo and get out

You see guerilla walk