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lirik lagu undead slayer - trigger finger

[intro: live grenade]
we f-ckin’ ride on you hatin’ b-tches

[chorus: live grenade]
k!llin’ these little hatin’ b-tches
our trigger finger itches
got the glock, we on your block
puttin’ haters deep down into ditches
k!llin’ these little hatin’ b-tches
our trigger finger itches
got the glock, we on your block
puttin’ haters deep down into ditches

[verse 1: black zodiak]
black zodiac hangin’ out in the back
spittin’ on this track, don’t front or we attack
gun is all racked, ain’t fake, we always pack
we sniffin’ up the crack, gonna get the platinum plaque
the guns are in their holster, learn to shoot the toaster
we’re drivin’ in the roadster because we the street soldiers
pullin’ out the lot, drinkin’ all the shots
bodies f-ckin’ rot, we’re writin’ out plots
when the zodiac starts drinkin’ whiskey
that’s when sh-t becomes so risky
my gun is feelin’ pretty frisky
never shot, your bullets all missed me

[verse 2: frankie g and (undead slayer)]
wait, hold up, oh f-ck, oh no
got these haters in a choke hold
i like ya, but i’ll tell ya, my nine sure don’t
1 shot, 2, 3 f-ckin’ 4, i’ll make you b-tches h-t that floor
(d-mn frankie, you loco!)
how many n-gg-s pilin’ in my four-door?
(i see 3!)
f-ck no, 3 in the back with a girl on my lap
this hoe gettin’ low, she’s such a pro
i don’t give a f-ck what i say
i just spit like my ak can spray
i’ll make some n-gg-s dead today
cause matt f-ckin’ made me this way
i know b-tches don’t want some beef
or else yo family will feel some grief
let’s take this sh-t out to the street
but i shoot first, i don’t wait to speak (b-tch!)

[verse 3: matt capone and (live grenade)]
in the cadillac, it’s got them shiny rims
playin’ with these b-tches like a violin
don’t give a f-ck, i don’t civil
many guns, sh-t’s my -rs-nal
bats, gats, straps, mask, start a war
eatin’ y’all alive, i’m a carnivore
guns eatin’ nicotine, smokin’ more than me
i’m with the crew, they’ll go to the war with me!
oh yeah, i’m sure they all agreed
that we making them bleed
in the car, comin’ full f-ckin’ speed
(yo, matt, don’t smoke all the weed!)
don’t get mad cause it’s us you’re facin’
this gonna be freddy f-ckin’ with jason
y’all little f-ggots f-ckin’ with my patience
(there’s a shoot out on down on franklin!)

[chorus: live grenade]
k!llin’ these little hatin’ b-tches
our trigger finger itches
got the glock, we on your block
puttin’ haters deep down into ditches

[bridge: live grenade and (all)]
yo, put your guns f-ckin’ up!
s-s-scream what the f-ck!
(w-w-what the f-ck!)
six shooters go f-ckin’ up!
we’re down to ride, (down to ride!)
takin’ shots, you f-ggots will f-ckin’ die
we’re down to die, (down to f-ckin’ die!)
c’mon motherf-cker, we’re gonna f-ckin’ ride

[verse 4: undead and (all)]
black hat, sideways, holdin’ the ak
trigger finger, b-tches get smoked, it’s an ashtray
nods yo head, b-tch, who’s f-ckin’ listening?
after your death, we’ll move our position
(pop pop!)
heart f-ckin’ stops (stops!)
i ain’t scared to c-ck (c-ck!) my gun
we shoot for fun, that’s how we f-ckin’ won
sell some weed, then i sell some more
better pay up or i’ll grab my .44
some truth to that, weed and gat
you don’t wanna know, so leave it at that

[outro: live grenade, undead slayer, and (black zodiak)]
we f-ckin’ ride on you hatin’ b-tches
we f-ckin’ ride on you
r-r-ride on you hatin’ b-tches (oh!)

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