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[Verse 1]
Once again, you do wrong, wrong will follow
That's real shit, real spit, ****, you know the business
[Verse 2]
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
What you saying, ****, what you saying, ****?
What you saying, ****, naw, what you saying, ****?
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
[Verse 3]
I tell you one time, don't play with my bread
****, you do, they gon' find your ass dead
Body in trunk, hands tied to your legs
Tape on your mouth, a hole in your head
Fronted some dope, now that **** in debt
How you gon' pay me, ****, don't sweat
Dudes on deck, you know what's next
Send 'em to your house, now it's time to collect
Now you in a box, ****, cause and effect
Hollow points and buckshots all in your neck
Told you 'bout playing with a **** like that
Now your fam gon' visit you, paying they respects
Tell you one time, don't play with my money
Sold all my dope, now you run around stunting
All in the mall spending money on your woman
**** must think he don't owe me nothing
**** must think I forgot about mine
He press ignore when I call his line
I'ma play it cool like everything fine
Catch him coming home, lay him down with the nine
[Verse 4]
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
What you saying, ****, what you saying, ****?
What you saying, ****, naw, what you saying, ****?
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
[Verse 5]
Bang, bang, shoot 'em up
Memphis **** don't give a fuck
Run up on you in broad day
Pull them guns out, shoot you up
Lose your life over light green
Kill a **** over soft white
You ain't from here, don't come here
And if you do, better walk light
Out here it's a nightmare
Homicides, not Freddy Krueger
**** ain't got shit to lose
Shoot it out like a western movie
[Verse 6]
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
These **** ain't wearing no mask
And these **** ain't wearin' no gloves
These **** don't fight no more
Fuck taking the high road
Lil' homie 'bout sixteen, bust a gun with his eyes closed
Buck with all that gangsta talk
Know you ain't 'bout that life
Pull that heater on your ass, bet you come up off that ice
[Verse 7]
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
What you saying, ****, what you saying, ****?
What you saying, ****, naw, what you saying, ****?
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
The trigger ain't got no heart, the **** behind it ain't got no love
[Verse 8]
(North Memphis, North Memphis)
(North Memphis, North Memphis)
(North Memphis, North Memphis)
(North Memphis, North Memphis)
[Verse 9]
Fifty shots clear this bitch out like a tornado
Two choppers who identical, call them Cain and Abel
Very fatal, dipping in my stash like a soup ladle
Rolled up on him, shot him in his head, busted tomato
You **** get high on this shit, like to hold your nuts
Shotgun blast to your stomach, bitch, hold your guts
You say you gang affiliated, extra clips tucked
And when them bullets get to popping, they don't give no fuck
Fuck, money rules everything and we got the cash
Pay your homies one bag to blow up your ass
Kidnap you from your resident, no mask, no lie
FBI found you in Project's dumpster, BFI
Written by: Jordan Houston, Kevin Woods, Patrick Houston