Wub Wub - Triggered Lyrics

Hop off my back
Top off my glass
Pop off my gat
Cross off my pats
I don't f*ck with that
I do this no cap
Hit em with a bat
All these homies mad
All my homies sad
Never had a dad

Still I am a dad

Still within no plan
I'm still in high demand
Yeah, I'm still without no friends
But I'm still getting cash
My style is trash
Yeah, my music is wack
Actions speak louder than that
All my wardrobe is black
VIP I got a pass

I'm triggered, I'm triggered, I'm triggered
All that I'm drinkin is liquor
I feel like I'm Tigger
My dick gettting bigger
No filter, I'm bitter with glitter
A sinner, A killer, A builder, A dealer
A hitter, the reaper, A sipper
My zippers are slicker than silver
The mirror is clearer
I litter, I don't check my Twitter
Talk shit until I break the pillars
Just to overdose like Mac Miller
But I ain't the killer

Evidence says that I'm not a victim
Deep in my pocket I got a loaded chillum
And I'm low key chillin & dealin
Until I'm trippin twisted, grip fisted
Pissed with tension
Don't need a reason to destroy these snitches
All yall just a bunch of bitches
Don't ever tag me in your f*ckin mentions

Don't talk to me