Triggaman - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Fuck that nigga—pussy-ass nigga

Straight murder that boy and every pussy that's with em

Sit him in the trunk, tell him, "Let's have fun"

No noise fat potato on the end of the gun

My boy’s get that paper just as quick as it come

And if you're standing in the way then mama missing her son

I remember back in the day it was me and Brandon

Cut school, smoke weed, I was strapped, he had one too

Rest in peace from the Hollygrove crew

Tell ya momma I will do whatever she need me to do

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Lil Beezy we use to get red-eye

Can't believe my nigga dead ah

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I'm an apple street killer, a eagle street soldier

Lil Spitter i'm a ropa, silver duck tape her

I'm a kidnapper, if ya bitch look good bet I'm a get at her

She see me in the coupe I put the petal to the metal

If ya boy wanna trip I put the ratta to the tatta

Everybody scatter tryna get the fuck away

Sparks fly, glass shatter, situation gets sadder

Daddy I'm a pitcher, who's the next batter

I whip it like gadda and I throw it right at em

Junior high school, high school when I had em

Had 10 dollar bags 25 dollar package

We ain't even in the same lane, stop lacking

Damn even Mack Maine tell me i'm macking

Nigga stop trippin, bitch shake ya laffy taffy

This is New Orleans classic, young Wayne the main attraction

[Hook 2: Lil Wayne]

I got that goose in my system

Somebody gone be my victim

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Talkin with ya bitch, meeting with ya bitch, creeping with ya bitch Now I'm sleepin with ya bitch, you can keep her, she a bitch

I don't love her, I don't trust her

Nigga own mother told me the bitch loves to hustle

Gotta get that paper baby, gotta get that cake

Cop a black Lamborghini, put gold on the plates

Home to the beach, sand at my feet

R1 one wheel hanging off the seat

My nigga Lil Naughty was a downtown G

We use to blow 2 or 3, tell me all about the streets

My nigga Soulja Slim had a motherfuckin message

Magnolia head busta, Uptown legend

[Hook 3: Lil Wayne]

Lil Naughty we use to get red eye

I can't believe my nigga dead ah

Lil Soulja he meant what he said, ah

I can't believe that nigga dead, ah

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

My nigga Lil Spitta that's my nigga all day

First bullet out the barrel nigga better guard your face

Say my nigga Lil Spitta he in the game let's play

He about to take over for my half time break

[Verse 5: Curren$y]

Now once upon a time not long ago

Curren$y, the hot spitta was damn near broke

And all he had was a mask and a Glock

A box of baking soda and a couple of pots

The streets was empty, the fiends was hungry

He wanted to give em just what they wanted

To get cheap coke all he needed was connect

So he called his homie Wayne from the Hollygrove set

[Verse 6: Lil Wayne]

Yes, then I got his call, I'll be on the way

Don't worry about nothing but that money to be made

Met up with Spitter we got the shit straight

And I gave him the dope and I kept the yay

Now we on the grind and the bitches know who we are

I come through in the car like gosh

My posture as delicate as fur, I'm all hers

Cut niggas head like barbers, fruity ass niggas is Starburst

Throw em in the ceiling fans

Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman

Yeah-Yeah, throw em in the ceiling fans