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Heh, heh, yeah g****** it’s that old gangsta s***
Right there boy g****** s***, heh, heh
This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last muthafuckin' 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 s***
Unless you start knowin' sumpim' about Uzi’s and s*** so uh?

Now this 380 was a b**** who used to ho up on my block
She lived on smith n' wesson with that pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many b******, he sold pussy by the pound
And b****** jocked his trigga everytime he came around

Big baller, big game shooter until he met
That crazy mutha f**** 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 ass with the big fat clitoris
Drinkin' that Colt 45 'cuz she’s a gangsta b****
I love my Neener and my Neener loves me
Mutha f****’s think I’m crazy 'cuz I’m trigga happy

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga

Heh heh, well g****** smith n' wesson, heh, heh, heh
I got me a colt 45 back at the muthafuckin' house
Heh heh, yeah I’m ready to do somethin’
With one of these little ol’young mutha f****’s heh, heh, yeah

But I think maybe a ol’ ten piece hook me up mutha f****
I know you got that s***
Yeah muthafuckin' Dope Fiend Willie in the house
Don’t give a f*** about no nigga heh, mutha f**** s***

Mr Snubnose slangin' the yay out the bullet shed
And Mrs Mossberg blowin' up his [unverified]
And the s*** it don’t be gettin' no better, you gotta watch for that
Crooked ass cop officer Beretta

Put your ass in a sling, check out that skinny ass b****
Deuce, deuce thinking she miss thing
And Mr tech nine lookin' for some convo
And he jammed and stuttered when he could had a hoe

But he still knockin' boots from hell to heaven
Nigga got a page about three feety seven
Gettin' paid for the cot, so now he got a deal
With that b****’s pimp Mr. Glock

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga

Yeah, yeah, I like that new s*** boy yeah, heh, heh
Trigga happy, trigga happy heh trigga happy nigga
Yeah I like that s*** I’m 'bout to go
Over here and talk to these girls over here damn baby
What you got on and s***.

Now every nigga’s wavin' peace to the nine
'Cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin' cheap wine
With his nigga AK drug kingpin', gotta find Mr Technine do his ass in
Niggas plottin' hits plottin' schemes but Mr Technine’s got an AR-15

An OG nigga from the hood got his cash on rollin'
Fly brooms smokin' chronic to the f*****' 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 ass with the street sweeper

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga

G****** s*** f*** y'all and your folks got these
Days? That old chronic s*** look at that
G****** boy let me get another hit of that s*** g******
You ol’ trigga happy mutha f*****' youth