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Trigger Point Therapy (feat. Meyhem Lauren & Daringer) letra


Rrrt
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Ayo
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Ayo

Just Don Roshes on, looking like Billy Hoy'
Islands made of marble in the kitchen, we was bagging boy
Destroy and rebuild, we ill
Still keep a toy on paper, told my PO chill, we real
Both coasts, got a condo
Fiend wanted oil and fish, he got a combo
My nigga got hit with twenty, he did his time though
Nigga, don't get out of line, I got my nine on
Looking like Mike on the dream team
Sid Vicious flippin' on Mean Gene
In my cell, cellphone went ring-ring
He two cells over
Catch you and he pop the locks, Croc mess, lame overs
He's soaking, greens got blood on the scene
He violated, came back to do another fifteen, I mean (Yo, uh-huh, ah)
Came back to do another fifteen, I mean

I got the vest on with the crest on, who put the best on?
Londell Laurenovich, son, don't get your chest torn
Me and P Sean's in the whip, fully equipped
Sixteen shots in the clip, playin' the strip
Six pounds of gold, that's divided by two
Gold Breitling on my wrist, y'all niggas ridin' like who?
More bread than I can count, more kicks than I can wear
More haters than ever, but fuck it, why would I care?
We used to go to Sin City, get the casket out
It's not a funeral, my niggas took the faster route
Swervin' like we swimmin', silk and crushed linen
Natural wine drinkin', refined, I'm just living
It's the fact that I'm the world traveling gold medalist
Your team holds weight, that's great, but we the heaviest
Live lawless, exemplify gorgeous
My whole team holdin' torches in Air Forces
BQE connection, we spittin' don raps
Thirty-five strippers named Bella in my contacts
Treat me like an OG, but I'm younger than you think
Might've seen me with some money-gettin' niggas rocking mink
The gold came from Ghana, the musk came from Egypt
The coke from the Cubans got me floating like a sea ship
Palm heats dipping like pommes frites on back strips
Ski mask silhouette shirts with loaded MAC clips
One squeeze right to your frame, you doin' backflips
Movin' plates like they tectonic
The best chronic, put a stack on your head like it's a bonnet
Turn the room into a blackout, lord
'Cause I'm a combo dipped in sauce
Like they serve me at Brennan & Carr
Fuck that bullshit whip, you never been in a car
Uh, obscure emblem in the middle of my sweatshirt
Coolin' out during a drought, hustlin' wet work
White tees, black guns, it's the summer time
Good crack come back like the number nine
Uh, like the number nine
Good crack come back like the number nine
Lauren

Yeah, uh-huh
Yo, check (Talk to these niggas)

This for my niggas re-ing up right now with ice ornaments (Uh-huh)
Baggin' up, back to the strip, it's price tournaments
Third eyes floating in the bulletproof box
Ain't no such things as bulletproof blocks
We turn buildings to spots
Street calculus got me never outfit-less
Fuck these housing vans, I need a thousand grams (Yeah)
Dedication with this medication
The work I'm pumpin' got 'em fightin' for a reservation (Uh-huh)
Word to my reputation, my niggas step, you pacin'
The shit you snorted got imported like the checks I'm laced in
Versace house where I'm sleepin' on unique bedding
Scrapin' cakes, breakin' plates like a Greek wedding (Woo)
Below zero bible study hanging on my rugby
Cuban connection, rep the block and all my niggas love me (They love me, nigga)
Still got the corners clickin' while we sip organic bubbly
Narcotic superheroes eating out the bush from Spiro's (We eatin')
Lookin' plain, I'm on a plane to gain a couple zeros
My mind racing off of crime calculation
I could make thirty off of fifty (Uh)
Two thousand times uncut, we moving swiftly (Ha)
Enjoy that, dump the blueprint, it ain't a secret
It's mainly 'bout the discipline and how your team keep it
Shit, I need a new seven (What else?)
I need a new eight (What else?)
I need a new six (Talk to 'em)
I need some new weight (Yeah)
Push the seat back, drop a G pack and then repeat that
This how we eat, black
Buck a CI right in his kneecap (Ha)
Then put the bullet where we breathe at, let niggas see that (Hahaha)
Heat for your head like a Louis V ski hat (Brr)
Uh, thank God he gave us drug dealing (Yeah)

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