Heh heh
Yeah, goddamn it’s that old gangsta **** right there boy
Goddamn ****, heh heh

This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mutha***kin' record
I want the ten piece, hey I got me some
Now I don’t give a ***k but uh huh, yeah you all
Ain’t gonna know nothin 'bout this O.G. ****
Unless you start knowin' somethin' about Uzi’s and ****
So uh?

Now this 380 was a ***** who used to ho' up on my block
She lived on Smith-N-Wesson with that pimp, Mr. Glock
Now Glock had many *****es, he sold ***** by the pound
And *****es jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game shooter
Until he met that crazy mutha***ka, Mr. Ruger

Now Ruger was a pimp too, he had his own hoes
Mrs. Hollow Tip and Neener who wore ho’ish clothes
G-string up the *** with the big fat ****oris
Drinkin that Colt 45 cuz she’s a gangsta *****
I love my neener and my neener loves me
Mutha***ka’s think I’m crazy cuz I’m trigga happy

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, *****
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, *****
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, *****
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, *****

Heh heh, well goddamn Smith-N-Wesson
Heh heh heh, I got me a colt 45 back at the mutha***kin' house
Heh heh, yeah, I’m ready to do somethin’
With one of these little ol’ young mutha***ka’s

Heh heh yeah, but I think maybe a ol’ ten piece
Hook me up, mutha***ka, I know you got that ****
Yeah mutha***kin Dope Fiend Willie in the house
Don’t give a ***k about no *****, heh mutha***ka ****

Mr. Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed
And Mrs. Mossberg blowin up his [unverified]
And the ****, it don’t be gettin' no better
You gotta watch for that crooked *** cop Officer Beretta
Put your *** in a sling, check out that skinny *** ***** deuce deuce

Thinking she miss thing and Mr. Technine lookin' for some convo
And he jammed and stuttered when he could had a hoe
But he still knockin' boots from hell to heaven
***** got a page about three feety seven gettin' paid for the cot
So now he got a deal with that *****’s pimp Mr. Glock

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, *****
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, *****
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, *****

Yeah yeah I like that new **** boy
Yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga happy heh trigga happy, *****
Yeah I like that ****, I’m 'bout to go over here
And talk to these girls over here damn, baby what you got on and ****?

Now every *****’s wavin' peace to the nine
Cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin' cheap wine
With his ***** AK drug kingpin gotta find Mr. Technine do his *** in
*****s plottin' hits plottin' schemes but Mr. Technine’s got an AR-15
An O.G. ***** from the hood got his cash on rollin' fly brooms
Smokin' chronic to the ***kin' dome

And Mr. Glock got the word from his people
Mr. Technine’s havin a party at The Desert Eagle
So right in front of the club when he checked his beeper
Technine blasted his *** with the street sweeper

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, *****
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, *****
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, *****
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, *****

Goddamn **** ***k y'all and your folks got these days
That old chronic **** look at that!
Goddamn boy, let me get another hit of that **** goddamn
You ol’ trigga happy mutha***kin' youth