Trigger Happy lyrics

[Intro]
I ain't even gon’ lie, 2019 I'm 'bout to be on my singin’ sh*t
Like, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi
f*ck you, you, you, you, you, you, you
Take your b*tch this year and sh*t
That's gon' be the reason why

[Verse 1]
All of my peers is threatened by me
I can tell, I can see jealousy livin' in need
These n*ggas 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 sh*t (Run my own sh*t)
I can't say the same for n*ggas 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 n*ggas at the top, then you could blow
So here I go
[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
I wish a n*gga would try me, I'm trigger happy
I wish a n*gga would try me, gon' make me happy
I wish a n*gga would try me, I'm trigger happy
I wish a n*gga would try me, gon' make me happy

[Verse 2]
This the sh*t that make Carl Chery neck snap
This the sh*t that make Rob Markman pimp slap
Your favorite blogger who's callin' himself an author
But never wrote sh*t about who I fathered, and that's awful
I know how this goes, you n*ggas sleep 'til I make a heap
Then all of a sudden you on my meat, proceed to beat
But n*gga guess what, I'll never skeet
'Cause I will never be turned on by a f*ckin' leech, capeesh?
Logic and his manager tried to ruin my deal
I guess that's what happens when you tell a n*gga
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 c*ck-block sh*t
This industry is a b*tch
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
I wish a n*gga would try me, I'm trigger happy
I wish a n*gga would try me, gon' make me happy
I wish a n*gga would try me, I'm trigger happy
I wish a n*gga would try me, gon' make me happy

[Outro]
Ayy, Eddie
Ayy, make sure you leave a little bit of, um, instrumental
So they can loop that sh*t and, and, a-a-and rap over it and sh*t
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