This is a song about "Triggers"

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

This boy's a bullet, but triggers, nobody will pull it

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Avoided it, pulled triggers. shy or harmless?

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Tippin back the hardest liquor with the speed of pullin triggers

Yo we're simply pulling triggers, making dough, full of liquor,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Chop it up like jay voorhees, pull triggers when messin' with,

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

Parkside productions, no deduction only stacking figures while we blast triggers