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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
GoldLink
Vocals
April George
Background Vocals
Echelon the Seeker
Background Vocals
Denae Fielder
Background Vocals
Gwendolynism
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Anthony Carlos
Songwriter
Sidney Swindail
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swindail
Producer
Javon Gant
Recording Engineer
Alexander Ben-Abdallah
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Leggin' with the clip, we dump it off like V. Radmanović
Sorry homie, you know we not friends, it's all for politics
Politics, never get to see who really runnin' shit
Now you know who runnin' shit, you rappers on punishment
"Poppa Doc" ****, they be lyin' on they brother dick
Everybody scared of "Lil' Linky", man it's evident
Feelin' like 50 way back in '03, aw geez
Talkin' 'bout goddamn, they on some other shit!
3-0-whop screamin' 4-4, on my Louis shit
Poppin' tags, buy the Mo', **** on their dummy shit
Uh-uh, trade my slave noose for gold noose
Black and yellow goose with the boots
And the jumpsuit
We shot a **** at the go-go last week
We don't really care who got shot last week
Ridin' up the meter, plug ya village
Bumpin' Migos
I'm past shit, you don't want no problems with a G-E-D
C-P-G, I'm the king of the streets
I never had to struggle when it came to a beef
Always ten toes so it's hard to defeat
And trust me ****, I been lookin' hard for a beat, huh
He ain't rap this hard in a long time
U-Street, poppin' off, Vita deuce and nines
Muslim homies always sayin'
"Wallahi" to the guys
All my life been addicted to the power
Ain't gon' lie, yo
Ain't no fear, I'm never wellin'
Put a shell up in ya
Ain't no tellin' when we do it
We just shoot and get ya
Got a bad thing, her name LaLa
Ass wide, with them tatas
Keep my mouth wide, uh
Northside bumpin' "Norf Norf," what a day
When I was a baby, I was wildin' for respect
You gon' get your head bust fuckin' with the set
Fuck around here and talk crazy
You get wet up
We ran so many **** outta here
Wonder why young Linky never had a fear
Say it once, say it twice, you gon' get a piece
Anybody ever ask what happened with the bitch
Runnin' from police, they almost had me when I steal
Way, way back I almost started sellin' then
'Round the same time bumpin' T.I. vs Tip
I ain't know who went harder, made me wanna sell a brick
Now we in the game enough, so busy from the bank
**** look to you like, "Damn dog, look where you came"
I don't give a fuck about shit, man yeah, I changed
And let your **** style and I need my fuckin' change
DMV ****, hunnid **** under ya
Leggin', leggin', leggin', third leggin' with my peers
Rappin' ass ****, but I'm quiet when I'm near
I'm always plottin' on a bitch
Pretend I'm plottin' on my fears
We don't need no checks from the boys
We just need, respect from "the boys"
We don't wanna fall in love by the boys
So I just get the lil' reap drillin' with the boys, yeah
Oh no, no
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
Oh no, no
Oh no, no, no
(Trigger has no heart, baby)
Oh no, no, no
(Trigger has no heart, baby)
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no
Oh no
(Trigger has no heart, baby)
Oh no, no, no
(Trigger never had no heart, baby)
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no
(Trigger has no heart, baby)
Oh no, no
(Trigger has no heart, baby)
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no
(Trigger has no heart, baby)
(Trigger never had no heart, baby)
(Trigger has no heart, baby)
Oh no, no
Oh no, no, no
(Trigger has no heart, baby)
Oh no, no, no
(Trigger has no heart, baby)
(Trigger never had no heart, baby)
Written by: D'Anthony Carlos, Sidney Swindail