Most Likely Imma Die With My Finger on the Trigger Lyrics

Song Details: Most Likely Imma Die With My Finger on the Trigger Lyrics by YG. The song name is My N –a (Remix)which is sung by YG.

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Most Likely Imma Die With My Finger on the Trigger Lyrics

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

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!

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

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!

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—)

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

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

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!

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