Trigga Play

[Verse 1]

I'm bout that trigga play nigga

I ain't stuntin you bout it too

You can get busy you know the choices is on you

I come through your area to bury you

I slow you down, take your Rolex with the bezel too

The B.G. a HB off VL

Tip toe and creep, rang choppers like a church bell

I'm armed nigga and backed up by plenty niggas

Thats trigga happy, don't give a fuck bout killin' niggas

We killin' haters with tommy guns spillin' haters

The ghetto made us slangin' is how we get our paper

Pull off capers an original duck taper

Got riches handed over nigga before I erase ya

You want my troubles I don't believe you ready for it

But I'll bring it to you if you insist you ready for it

You want beef I'm dramatized all day

You [?] me sweep cause I'm bout that trigga play

[Hook]

B.G. bout trigga play

B.G. bout gettin funky anyday

B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K

On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the

B.G. straight duckin feds

On the real B.G. bout bustin heads

On the real B.G. killin chopters

Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters

(On the real)

[Verse 2]

Picture I hang words with a nigga off the other side

Can't underestimate him so I'mma grab my shit and ride

Wayne drive do a pull up and I'mma bust

50 plus, handling bussiness is a must

My hoe she knowing, he wanna fuck so she gone hit em'

She on the phone with him, nobody home with him

Gotta go at em right I know he keep his chrome with him

I'm squeeky yeah I'mma hit him in his dome nigga

His enemy ain't with nobody stillin me

Thats why you never catch me without my 'tilary

I keep a nina if not I keep a fifth beemer

Once the drama on I ain't with coppin' no plea, bruh

Gat for Gat, Blood for Blood I'm with it, it ain't no love

Anybody slip and they get splitted

I ride or die I play it raw thats day for day

It's Spray for spray nigga I'm bout that trigga play

[Hook]

B.G. bout trigga play

B.G. bout gettin funky anyday

B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K

On the real B.G. bout trigga play, now woo thee

B.G. straight duckin feds

On the real B.G. bout bustin heads

On the real B.G. play with choppers

Look in the sky flyin by it's helicopters

(On the real)

[Verse 3]

Its on again I gotta grab my chrome again

Some nigga trippin I gotta upset a home again

I'm spankin niggas after a wait they momma be faintin

I'm yankin niggas in any given situation

No mouthin off I bring the blues to the weak

Nigga what you wan' do I'll tear down both sides of the streets

In the U.P.T. on the up and up niggas get killed

In the U.P.T. on the up and up shit really get real

You slangin coke? Anything, be ready to accept it

Cause if you'll have those chickens comin, B.G. will intercept it

I like that I play the game raw nigga

Lets take it far nigga you bout that warfare nigga

On the backstreet its me in a black ram truck

Head huntin woadie tryin to jam a nigga up

I'm on a grind for mine to get it how you feel

I'mma stunt nigga its all about that trigga play

[Hook]

B.G. bout trigga play

B.G. bout gettin funky anyday

B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K

On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the

B.G. straight duckin feds

On the real B.G. bout bustin heads

On the real B.G. towin chopters

Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters

(On the real) x2