Trigga Play B.G.

[Verse 1]
I'm bout that trigga play nigga
I ain't stuntin you bout it too
You can get busy you know the choices is on you
I come through your area to bury you
I slow you down, take your Rolex with the bezel too
The B.G. a HB off VL
Tip toe and creep, rang choppers like a church bell
I'm armed nigga and backed up by plenty niggas
Thats trigga happy, don't give a fuck bout killin' niggas
We killin' haters with tommy guns spillin' haters
The ghetto made us slangin' is how we get our paper
Pull off capers an original duck taper
Got riches handed over nigga before I erase ya
You want my troubles I don't believe you ready for it
But I'll bring it to you if you insist you ready for it
You want beef I'm dramatized all day
You [?] me sweep cause I'm bout that trigga play

[Hook]
B.G. bout trigga play
B.G. bout gettin funky anyday
B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K
On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the
B.G. straight duckin feds
On the real B.G. bout bustin heads
On the real B.G. killin chopters
Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters
(On the real)