Most Likely Imma Die With My Finger on the Trigger Lyrics
“Most Likely Imma Die With My Finger on the Trigger Lyrics” sung by YG the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is My N^gga (Remix) by YG.
Most Likely Imma Die With My Finger on the Trigger Lyrics
[verse 1: yg] I’m talking ’bout putting on, riding out, glocks in my ma’s house Front you with that work (I done fronted ngas work—uh-oh!) You say you want that head-up, but we don’t fight fair, bruh Catch you slipping from the backside, then knock you out Ace gon’ stomp you out, then buddah gon’ stomp you out (has mama ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?) Nine milli pokin’ out, four-fizzy pokin’gout Death row days, show you what this west coast about
[verse 2: lil wayne] I’d die for my motherfking nga Jump in front a bullet for my motherfking nga On the stand, I’d lie for my motherfking nga Rob a bank, I’d drive for my motherfking nga, real talk I don’t really fk with too many ngas ’cause ngas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels I be laughing to the bank like the fking money tickle Driving somethin’ that you ain’t, top off—suck a nipple And I never put a ho before my bro, don’t beef over no ho And my ngas sell them keys if you can’t open your door Hope you ride for my motherfking ngas When it rains, it pours; it’s dry for me and my fking ngas, yeah I kill for my motherfking ngas, vice-versa Eyes red from the kush I blew—white person Got my middle finger on the trigger, and with my little finger to you ngas I swear it’s fk all y’all ngas, except my ngas, oww!
[chorus: rich homie quan, lil wayne, both] I said, I’ma ride for my motherfking nga (tunechi!) Most likely, I’ma die with my finger on the trigger I’ve been grinding outside all day with my ngas And I ain’t going in ‘less I’m with my nga My nga, my nga My nga, my nga (my motherfking nga!) My nga, my nga (my nga, my nga) My nga, my nga, yeah
[verse 3: meek mill] Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherfking ngas (flex!) You catch me out chicago with them motherfking hittas (flex!) Call up rondonumbanine, lil durk to bring the trigger (ayy, durk!) And when we on the lean, we ain’t fking with the liquor (no!) I’ma buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bihes (to the bihes) She keep liking all my pictures ’cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and neck be lit up Catch you at the red light, have ’em screaming, “caine, get up!” (“Get up, caine!”) Same nga from the bottom, ain’t a damn thing change C—c—catch me out in collins, screaming, “Money ain’t a thang” In a red mulsanne, looking like I claim blood And if homie ain’t my homie, then I know it ain’t love Screaming out, “4 hunnid!” yg, that’s my nga (my nga) ’cause I been in the field, life on the line, with him And if it’s really real, I’ll prol’ly die with him ’cause when I need the choppers, I just tell tak, “Hit ’em,” what!
[chorus: rich homie quan, nicki minaj, & rich homie quan & lil wayne] I said, I’ma ride for my motherfking nga Most likely, I’ma die with my finger on the trigger I’ve been grinding outside all day with my ngas And I ain’t going in ‘less I’m with my nga My nga, my nga My nga, my nga (my motherfking nga!) My nga, my nga (my nga, my nga) My nga, my nga, yeah (I—I—I, I—I—I—I—I—)
[verse 4: nicki minaj] I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nga I—I—I don’t know, is it me or it’s your thirst, nga? You nig— you ngas ain’t got no joints Like they injured chris paul, you ain’t got no point I just come through with a couple bossy bihes They get money too, they some “Don’t cross me” bihes Flossy bihes, sergio rossi, bihes And if we at the game, then it’s floor seat, bihes! I—I—I—I—I—I ride for my bihes I’m so fkin’ rich I cop rides for my bihes Dollar menu, fries, apple pies: other bihes I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bihes Bihes, my bihes I need a nga with some different strokes, todd bridges Shout out to my main bihes and my side bihes Need a nga with some good neck, ostriches My ngas
[hook: rich homie quan & nicki minaj] I said that I’ma ride for my motherfking nga Most likely, I’ma die with my finger on the trigger I’ve been grindin outside all day with my ngas New york to compton And I ain’t going in ‘less I’m with my nga Got yg with me, so don’t get stomped in, uh-huh My nga, my nga Y’all know who the fk it is My nga, my nga (my motherfking ngas!) See, I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees, bih! My nga, my nga (my nga, my nga) My nga, my nga, yeah
[outro: nicki minaj & lil wayne] And when it come out, it’s gon’ burn you bihes like You better get your motherfkin’ oven mitt, bih! (mustard on the beat, ho!) Ha-haa! Young mula, baby!
Video Song
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