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]

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[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]

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