[Verse 1]

Told lil’ bro that this is the hustle

I’m in the cut with my twenty five bucks and like two different cutters, this ain’t even nothin’

We slidin’ down on your neighbourhood, just like I’m Spider-Man, then we gon’ kill your cousin

I’m ridin’ around with a stick in the Wraith and the Impala, backseat got a couple brothers (Yeah)

I’m totin’ that knife like a knight, yeah I know that your skin gettin’ cluttered

I make— I make a banger, I’m not even cussin’

Yeah, red cup got wine mixed with fine Robitussin’-tussin’

You tried to come love me, I knew it was lust

I make a banger, ‘cause that is a must

We totin’ that hanger, ‘cause laundry come up

I drop a song every Friday, wassup?

I got the— I got the bells always chimin’, uh-huh

Sippin’ on plastic, Kylie, uh-huh

Glock shoot straight at your eyelids, uh-huh

I’ma drop RADIATION, I promise, uh-huh

Yeah, this is not a closed case, I’ma open it

Water gun don’t got just water but soap in it

Me and my twin tug of war, we got rope in this

I cause some mental distress, come and cope with this

My stick cause poverty, stick cause homelessness

Stick so old, that it move like a standing stick

Stick so old, that it move like a standing stick

Stick-stick so old, that it move like a standing stick

Party, so pull up to the mansion

Party, so pull up to the mansion

Pa-party, so pull up to the mansion

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-party, so pull up to the mansion

[Chorus]

Yeah, my trigger fing’ rusty

My trigger fing’ r—

My trigger fing’ rusty

My trigger fing’ r—

My trigger fing’ rusty

My trigger fing’ r—

My trigger fing’ rusty

My trigger fing’ r—

M-m-m-m-m-m-my trigger fing’ rusty

My trigger fing’ r—

My trigger fing’ rusty

My trigger fing’ r—

My trigger fing’ rusty

My trigger fing’ r—

My trigger fing’ rusty

My trigger fing’ r—

[Verse 2]

Do it with my twin, I’m not solo

I’m in the cut with a jacket on, Polo

She sniffin’ that white, she sniffin’ that coco’

I’m totin’ that nina, I’m totin’ that .44 (Hey, hey)

Put the cameras up, we record us in slo-mo

We got guns all on the floor

We got— We got guns all on the floor (We got, we got, we got)

We got guns all on the floor

We-we-we got guns all on the floor

We got guns, all of you fanboys is my sons

I just went to the bank ‘cause I’m rackin’ up mun’

I might pull me a stunt, I might hold me a grudge

Why you talkin’ on me, you a grown man

Who said Medore cannot unlock a flow, man?

I just copped Sprite from the store over there, man

And I’m with Double-O, we really posted

Instagrammin’, come and like my new post, gang

Witherin’ you like it’s Minecraft, soul sand

Pour up the juice, at 8PM, yeah-yeah

Yeah, I know you girl, all you want is my romance

[Chorus]

Yeah, my trigger fing’ rusty

My trigger fing’ r—

My trigger fing’ rusty (Want is my romance)

My trigger fing’ r— (I know you like the back of my palm, baby)

My trigger fing’ rusty

My trigger fing’ r—

My trigger fing’ rusty (All you want is my romance)

My trigger fing’ r—

M-m-m-m-m-m-my trigger fing’ rusty (Know you like the back of my palm, baby)

My trigger fing’ r— (All you want is my romance)

My trigger fing’ rusty

My trigger fing’ r—

My trigger fing’ rusty

My trigger fing’ r— (So just lemme just tote my Glock)

My trigger fing’ rusty (Lemme just tote my Glock)

My trigger fing’ r—