[Verse 1]
Gone but I'll be back
Out on the road, gotta get my bread up
See the broke me I squeeze at
Bury that beast in the deep
By the oak tree 6 feet deep he collapsed
Came from the dirt and I did that work
Trial I stand, and my brothers know
Move in silence, stick to the Code
One hand on the Bible, one on the Colt
.45 in the waistline under my coat
Pop off, I'm an Outlaw, Wild West show
No name on the tombstone, just he gone
Unknown like a diamond hid in the dirt
Dig deep and you find me introvert
Stay to myself, stick to my gun
Shoot my shot, and pray that it'll work
[Chorus]
Hair trigger flicka on bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
(Yah, yah)
Hair trigger flicka on bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
(Yah, yah)
Hair trigger flicka on bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
(Yah, yah)
Hair trigger flicka on bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
(Yah, yah)
[Verse 2]
On like a chin strap
Head hunter when I freak these beats
BAMA BEAST in all caps
Keep from me if you see these teeth
Didn't froze up so I bring this heat
Throttle max gon' let her eat
Mud on my boots, blood on my shirt
Got love in my heart but the 9 gon' squirt
Ten toes in the dirt
Ain't none sicker than this
Pickin' it off sniper
Wickin' these words
Cut your limbs off cypress
Fell the whole tree to the Earth
Stump grinder ate the whole thing up
When the rain come, we still gon' to dance
Check my stance, I ain't goin' nowhere
Shootin' these craps and takin' my chance
[Chorus]
Hair trigger flicka on bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
(Yah, yah)
Hair trigger flicka on bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
(Yah, yah)
Hair trigger flicka on bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
(Yah, yah)
Hair trigger flicka on bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
(Yah, yah)
[Verse 3]
Been wrong like dead wrong
Got breath in my lungs, so I still here now
Steel on the nightstand, break in my house
Get one to the head, I'm peelin' the cap
Lay still on the ground with your roof laid back
Got more clips and extendo mags
Ride for the homies, been on that
Shoot first, get shot at, gotta shoot back
Fawty pack for the Pro Mag
Knock your ass back up off your feet
Beat to the drum like Engine Chief
Yeah, stretch out the subcompact
Show you this real, no make believe
Better take your leave like retiree
Spit these flames comin' up from the deep
Down with the Dirty rap crime spree
Outlaw country
[Chorus]
Hair trigger flicka on bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
(Yah, yah)
Hair trigger flicka on bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
(Yah, yah)
Hair trigger flicka on bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
(Yah, yah)
Hair trigger flicka on bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
(Yah, yah)