Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Triggered, artist - Rv. Date of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Triggered |
| Which one of them laid a finger on me? |
| I’ll wait |
| Smoke opps 'till my pupils dilate |
| Ran down JD, punched up YK |
| I ain’t gotta name drop |
| Bored up shh in bait Tops |
| Should’ve seen how long that blade was |
| His mate got his brain shot in the same spot |
| Knife game legendary, they should put my shank in a museum |
| Opps get cut like shapes, leave them flat line, 2D 'em |
| Shitden, shitden |
| Them man are broke |
| So I bring tools 'round there and go fix them |
| Run down young G’s, punch up big men |
| May the lord be my witness |
| No homo, you ain’t gotta be a girl to get all these inches |
| I’ll grab my Rambo and put fifteen in the back like Dier |
| Or get cheffed in the face |
| And left with a scar like Marlo from The Wire |
| Ain’t got a body but God loves a trier |
| That’s why I just cheff and cheff until I can’t cheff no more |
| Ay, rudeboy, check the scores |
| How many times have I stepped with four? |
| My new ting’s filled with teeth |
| Come like this skeng got jaws |
| Gang let off corn at the opps |
| But I still got plenty more |
| Opps been pulling up recently |
| 'Bout time after all them vio’s |
| Your bredrin’s world hashtagged in their bio’s |
| Skengs in rides when we cruise, no Taio |
| It’s on sight for them yutes |
| They fuck with friends, I’ll ride on them too |
| Been 'round there, blacked out to the brim |
| And I’ve been with sandals on too |
| From young I been taking chores |
| Half of the opps been chased or bored |
| What do you know 'bout seeing blue lights |
| With skengs in the ride and it ain’t insured |
| Scoreboard already a whitewash |
| Still, I’m tryna make it more |
| I can never be like my man |
| And get caught on dates with whores |
| This girl thinks I’ma make her my main |
| All cah I said she’s buff |
| What do you know 'bout giving the worker a pack |
| Like, you better not mess this up |
| Any opp that I got deserved it |
| Anything green, man cheff that up |
| Don’t step on my toes, got red on my soles |
| These creps are expensive stuff |
| Hit that trap, get filthy rich |
| Opps get whacked, we drill them pricks |
| Intent to supply, I put skengs in the ride |
| Ask them how much drills we did |
| And if they lift up, you’ll see their stab wounds |
| I lift mine and reveal this stick |
| Told bae, got a ting on my waist |
| So you better slow down when you feel this dick |
| Bad B’s can come to the Nizz |
| For the opps, it’s no entry |
| I really live what I rap |
| That’s why feds use my lyrics against me |
| Anytime that I go to the opp block |
| I bet that strip is empty |
| My son is the Fresh Prince of Tottenham |
| Now I’m the king like Ledley |
| Drilling and trapping, prolific offender |
| But put respect on my name |
| I got too much racks to be called a gang member |
| I must have dementia, cah I can’t remember |
| All the times that the opps just ran |
| Cah they weren’t tryna surrender |
| Black outfit and a fuck off waps |
| Stan Lee should’ve made me an Avenger |
| Lil bro got a shank like Zelda |
| Tryna take it on a adventure |
| I told him chill but he weren’t having a bar like Demba |
| This bad B thinks we’re compatible |
| Just 'cause I was born in December |