Squeeze The Trigga Juicy J (Ft. Killa B)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Squeeze the trigga

[Verse 1: Killa B]
Now, I be poppin' game on the bitches 'cause they know
A pimp type nigga's on the mothafuckin' flow
So, drop it off, ho, and I'ma go up in your bag
And if you talk shit, you'll get a foot up in your ass
See fuck niggas fake, and players stay strong
See, pimpin' ain't dead, 'cause this shit is going on
Be careful when you're rollin' through my mothafuckin' set
'Cause if you ain't strapped, your stupid ass gonna jet
And I bet I got some things for you pussy ass niggas
Perpetrate, like you're hard, and you never touched the trigger
But you figure you're the shit, just because you wanna fight
But step to the Killa, and your ass just might take flight
'Cause I'm tired of the mothafuckin' fusion
So pass me the Glock for the fuckin' execution
A pimp type nigga, 'cause I gotta be real
You gotta come hard, unless you want to be killed
But you still want to play like a mothafuckin' ho
So now it's time I rush your ass to the fuckin' floor
I ain't playin', what I'm sayin' mothafucka, is for real
You're gonna fuck around, and get your mothafuckin' cap peeled

[Hook]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mothafuckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger