Trigger Happy - IDK

I ain’t even gon' lie, 2019 I’m 'bout to be on my singin' shit

Like, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi

Fuck you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Take your bitch this year and shit

That’s gon' be the reason why

All of my peers is threatened by me

I can tell, I can see jealousy livin' in need

These niggas sick 'cause I won’t quit

They stuck in the sea, stuck in the wave

Stuck in the deep end of the spectrum

They drownin', they floaties ain’t working

Should’ve just stuck to the beats

Even though your body is a he, you really a she

Fans’ll say your rappin' is a A when it’s really a D

They get a B for brainwash, the sucky disease

Worst part of that is you believe, sneeze

I’m cold as 23 degrees below the only number startin' with a Z

That’s why they sleep, so I’ma crank the heat

So hot, the helium’s makin' it hard for them to breathe (Ahh)

I’m still independent, I run my own shit (Run my own shit)

I can’t say the same for niggas I’ve grown with (Grown with)

But keep it real, I’d rather split half of a mill'

Than keep the whole hunnid, so my deal with **** is comin'

I heard so-and-so say so-and-so's they only competition

I started laughin', you must be kiddin'

'Cause if so-and-so drop another so-and-so

You and I know your conversation is good riddance

With good mittens, you couldn’t catch any ball I’m pitchin'

But this ain’t a game of bars, no

This is a game about who you with and who you know

And if you with them niggas at the top, then you could blow

So here I go

I gotta keep a chopper on the table in front of the Bible

So right before I spray, I pray

That don’t nobody try me, high-key

Make 'em grow wings and make 'em fly away

I wish a nigga would try me, I’m trigger happy

I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy

I wish a nigga would try me, I’m trigger happy

I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy

This the shit that make Carl Chery neck snap

This the shit that make Rob Markman pimp slap

Your favorite blogger who’s callin' himself an author

But never wrote shit about who I fathered, and that’s awful

I know how this goes, you niggas sleep 'til I make a heap

Then all of a sudden you on my meat, proceed to beat

But nigga guess what, I’ll never skeet

'Cause I will never be turned on by a fuckin' leech, capeesh?

Logic and his manager tried to ruin my deal

I guess that’s what happens when you tell a nigga

Who spent his whole career proving that he’s black

That he ain’t black still

But when you taking food out my fridge, I ain’t gotta chill

And that for real, this ain’t a diss

He won’t respond, this ain’t a risk

This is me sayin' none of you bigger artists can cock-block shit

This industry is a bitch

I been patiently waitin' to blow

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the IDK show

It’s the same as before with a lot better flow

And the melodies and the hooks that prolly take your ho, like

I gotta keep a chopper on the table in front of the Bible

So right before I spray, I pray

That don’t nobody try me, high-key

Make 'em grow wings and make 'em fly away

I wish a nigga would try me, I’m trigger happy

I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy

I wish a nigga would try me, I’m trigger happy

I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy

Ayy, Eddie

Ayy, make sure you leave a little bit of, um, instrumental

So they can loop that shit and, and, a-a-and rap over it and shit

Matter fact, matter fact

I’ma just drop the instrumental with this song

That’s a good idea, I’ma drop the instrumental with this song

I’ma put it out with the instrumental, yeah