Triggered

[Intro] SK, mane [Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams] Ain't nobody really wanna get it up in with Donnie and Dylan I'm a hit him in a bin, no I'm a hit em' in a minute with it I got voices in my head that tell me that the only way to get it it in Stick to killin' and do what I gotta do to make your head disintegrating Keep it going until I got your fucking blood up on my ceiling Ain't nobody fucking with the mental motherfucker Fucking with the side of crazy Getting away with the medicine I'm doing Got a killer in the front who's driving me around 4 more, in the back, ready to beat you down One of them happen to be the one who made to beat you Bumping out of real SK from the fucking mount It's like a mobile virtusion of us creeping around Pickin' em up, chopping them up, gonna be dumping them out Giving away, of a psychopatic lunatic A paper-chasing money freak, about to put you in the ground What the fuck? what the fuck mane Still 10 toes down, letting my nuts hang I got a million enemies who wanna kill me cuz' they cannot comprehend how I can dominate the fucking game R O double Z's the real Sutter Cane Head back with a reek of a muddy lake I don't wanna live anymore I've been in the bathroom for over an hour hitting myself with the .38 listening to Blood Stone We go a long way back - no we don't I don't got no one to talk to Even Mr. Ouija doesn't wanna listen to me anymore so like (how you be see me?) in the box too Suicide and homicide is always on my mind to get more aggrevated everyday I haven't rocked you Do I scare you? How dare you You don't like me? Call the cops fool I got a couple felonies that I could never talk about but it don't matter anyway because it's old news R O is the go in the gutted out goat head When he says "I hit you with the pro tools" I knock your sequence off and then I'll eat your soul, fool Ana cannon buckin' in your presence and it made you see me running through and spraying like an irrigation system and you better never underestimate that Imma smoke you [Hook: Rozz Dyliams] Triggered, triggered, triggered, triggered Triggered, triggered, triggered, triggered Triggered, triggered, triggered, triggered Triggered, triggered, triggered, triggered [Verse 2 - K-Fix] (Fix Niggaaaa) Give me the mic and I'ma heal it with skill and finesse And me and Dylan bringing nothing but dope like a killer connect Salute em through the music so they usually give us respect In the booth, it's proven we the truth we're considered the best I guarantee you'll feel it, like a pill, if you give it a sec Killing the competition all this time, not a minute to rest I'm putting the flame UP to the Mary Jane when I'm feeling depressed The only thing that's in to keep me sane while I'm dealing with stress I'm trying to come up on the skrill and we here to collect If it ain't about a dollar bill it can sit on the desk You've probably never heard of me but still I can shit on the vets Microphone check, killin em, willing to flex And I've been knocking, I remember dropping this shit on cassette Give me this topic and I'ma chop it I'm always real as it gets Packing a pistol, [?never they gon?] weapon can send em to [?ditch?] I'm never the one to pistol play, I'm loading the heat on my set Getting buck, getting buck mane Spitting with the Memphis slang, that's on everything 'Fore I'll get locked in a box you get boxed up, locked up In the trunk of the Box Chevy thang Bang bang representing with the DreaDGanG Deadly with the aim I point the shotty, that's from close range Busting at the opposition like I'm at the gun range Shoot em up in traffic then I screech off in the Mustang One thing I can never tolerate is hoe shit Packing this tool and acting a fool I let that hoe spit And I'm a hooligan so fucking with dude'll get your dome kicked Neck by the noose, I'm bringing the execution, you don't know Fix ?Banging? a fifth and usually [?no chatting?] with the four-fifth Smoking on the sticky while I'm sipping, I'm a thug Put me on the instrumental and I'm trippy like a glow stick Creepin on your lame ass with the pistol and the gloves With the snub I'm an expert, bet you get murked You fucking off with the clique I'm finna give 'em that work Tryna flex, get a wet shirt, put in that hearse Because you was only thugging on the social network Give it away, give it away, give it away now Gripping the AK, get in the way, then I'ma spray rounds With that nigga Rozz, tryna kill em with the [?crooked jaw and?] Keeping these hoes in opposition in the Devil's Playground [Hook: Rozz Dyliams] Triggered, triggered, triggered, triggered Triggered, triggered, triggered, triggered Triggered, triggered, triggered, triggered Triggered, triggered, triggered, triggered