Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trigger Happy, artist - IDK.
Date of issue: 05.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trigger Happy |
I ain’t even gon' lie, 2019 I’m 'bout to be on my singin' shit |
Like, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi |
Fuck you, you, you, you, you, you, you |
Take your bitch this year and shit |
That’s gon' be the reason why |
All of my peers is threatened by me |
I can tell, I can see jealousy livin' in need |
These niggas sick 'cause I won’t quit |
They stuck in the sea, stuck in the wave |
Stuck in the deep end of the spectrum |
They drownin', they floaties ain’t working |
Should’ve just stuck to the beats |
Even though your body is a he, you really a she |
Fans’ll say your rappin' is a A when it’s really a D |
They get a B for brainwash, the sucky disease |
Worst part of that is you believe, sneeze |
I’m cold as 23 degrees below the only number startin' with a Z |
That’s why they sleep, so I’ma crank the heat |
So hot, the helium’s makin' it hard for them to breathe (Ahh) |
I’m still independent, I run my own shit (Run my own shit) |
I can’t say the same for niggas I’ve grown with (Grown with) |
But keep it real, I’d rather split half of a mill' |
Than keep the whole hunnid, so my deal with **** is comin' |
I heard so-and-so say so-and-so's they only competition |
I started laughin', you must be kiddin' |
'Cause if so-and-so drop another so-and-so |
You and I know your conversation is good riddance |
With good mittens, you couldn’t catch any ball I’m pitchin' |
But this ain’t a game of bars, no |
This is a game about who you with and who you know |
And if you with them niggas at the top, then you could blow |
So here I go |
I gotta keep a chopper on the table in front of the Bible |
So right before I spray, I pray |
That don’t nobody try me, high-key |
Make 'em grow wings and make 'em fly away |
I wish a nigga would try me, I’m trigger happy |
I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy |
I wish a nigga would try me, I’m trigger happy |
I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy |
This the shit that make Carl Chery neck snap |
This the shit that make Rob Markman pimp slap |
Your favorite blogger who’s callin' himself an author |
But never wrote shit about who I fathered, and that’s awful |
I know how this goes, you niggas sleep 'til I make a heap |
Then all of a sudden you on my meat, proceed to beat |
But nigga guess what, I’ll never skeet |
'Cause I will never be turned on by a fuckin' leech, capeesh? |
Logic and his manager tried to ruin my deal |
I guess that’s what happens when you tell a nigga |
Who spent his whole career proving that he’s black |
That he ain’t black still |
But when you taking food out my fridge, I ain’t gotta chill |
And that for real, this ain’t a diss |
He won’t respond, this ain’t a risk |
This is me sayin' none of you bigger artists can cock-block shit |
This industry is a bitch |
I been patiently waitin' to blow |
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the IDK show |
It’s the same as before with a lot better flow |
And the melodies and the hooks that prolly take your ho, like |
I gotta keep a chopper on the table in front of the Bible |
So right before I spray, I pray |
That don’t nobody try me, high-key |
Make 'em grow wings and make 'em fly away |
I wish a nigga would try me, I’m trigger happy |
I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy |
I wish a nigga would try me, I’m trigger happy |
I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy |
Ayy, Eddie |
Ayy, make sure you leave a little bit of, um, instrumental |
So they can loop that shit and, and, a-a-and rap over it and shit |
Matter fact, matter fact |
I’ma just drop the instrumental with this song |
That’s a good idea, I’ma drop the instrumental with this song |
I’ma put it out with the instrumental, yeah |