Lil Wayne – Trigger Finger (feat. Soulja Boy) Lyrics

Trigger Finger

Lil Wayne (feat. Soulja Boy)

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"Trigger Finger." - Lil Wayne (feat. Soulja Boy)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 06:41 pm

Album: I Am Not a Human Being II (Deluxe Version)

Track No: 07

I ain't looking back, I'm a douche-bag to these pussy ass ****
Hammer in my drawers, but I nail your bitch
Blunts like fingers, I'm 'bout to make a fist
Everybody die, go on bury me alive
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky
I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire
Life ain't shit but bitches and money
I pass that weed like I studied
Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix
Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic
You're tied to the track on my train of thoughts
And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks
And these hoes, these wanna kick it with me I'm a sensei
And I got fat pockets, you **** in shape
Tools is on deck, tattoos on neck
Life is a bitch, I make it your ex
Better turn to God 'fore I turn to Godzilla
How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea?
Motherfucka, it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong
Put a bug in my ear but not in my phone
I have a broke motherfucka run in your home
For a crumb and a bone and put one in your dome
One in your dome, one in your dome
One, one in your dome, one in your dome
One in your dome, one in your dome
One, one in your dome, one in your dome
Uh
Empty stomach, full clip
I'm gon' get it
Gon' get it
Empty stomach, full clip
I'm gon' get it
Gon' get it
My tigger finger itching, my finger trigger itching
My tigger finger itching, my finger trigger itching
My tigger finger itching, ****
I don't like to dream about getting paid
You ain't gon' hurt nobody like kid in play
Ain't none sweet but the codeine, ****
Eyes hella red like chlorine in 'em
I was getting at pussy I was getting that money
Long hair, don't care, hacksaw Jim Duggan
Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step
Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights make a left
The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves
I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words
If she don't suck dick, I don't give her that dick
Got the world in my hands, I'ma dribble that bitch
Money is the issue, full court pressure
I like my blunt, nutty professor
I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver
Hit you dead on the money, now you dead on arrival
I don't fuck with these ****, too old for new friends
But never too rich for new money
These **** buying haterade by the twelve pack
Like two stomachs
I'm laced up like two shoes
Miss Goody
Keep that ratchet, ****
Trigger finger itching, I'll scratch you, ****
Blow your fuckin' blow you brains out in traffic, ****
Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick, ****
One bitch in the whip, one on the phone
The one on the phone is in front of your home
She 'bout to run in your home and put one in your dome
One in your dome, one in your dome
One, one in your dome, one in your dome
One in your dome, one in your dome
One, one in your dome, one in your dome
Uh
Empty stomach, full clip
I'm gon' get it
Gon' get it
Empty stomach, full clip
I'm gon' get it
Gon' get it
My tigger finger itching, my finger trigger itching
My tigger finger itching, my finger trigger itching
My tigger finger itching, ****
Rest in peace to the game 'cause I'm fresh to death
Rest In peace to the game, tell them kill theyself
Make your death-wish, 'cause I'm too fresh
'Cause I'm fresh to death
'Cause I'm fresh to death
You go broke tryna get fresh like this
Rest in peace to the game 'cause I killed it
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
What you talking? I came out a coffin
Yeah, I just can't see myself
Living in a house of mirrors
I bought me a double-R
'Cause I went from rags to riches
And these **** nag like bitches
Actin' like little fags like Richard
And all of my bitches be bad as vision
You got a problem? I could fix it like a mathematician
I am munition, call me Ammo for short
Trukfit shirt, camo' the shorts
Your girl is a freak, your man is a NARC
Put your son in your arm, I put one in your dome
Tunechi
One in your dome, one in your dome
One in your dome, one, one in your dome
One in your dome, one in your dome
One in your dome, one, one in your dome

Writer(s): D. Carter, D. Way, Jordan Houston, M. Foster, Jermaine Preyan & B. Williams.

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