Squeeze The Trigga lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Squeeze the trigga

[Verse 1: Killa B]
Now, I be poppin' game on the b*tches 'cause they know
A pimp type n*gga's on the mothaf*ckin' flow
So, drop it off, ho, and I'ma go up in your bag
And if you talk sh*t, you'll get a foot up in your ass
See f*ck n*ggas fake, and players stay strong
See, pimpin' ain't dead, 'cause this sh*t is going on
Be careful when you're rollin' through my mothaf*ckin' set
'Cause if you ain't strapped, your stupid ass gonna jet
And I bet I got some things for you pus*y ass n*ggas
Perpetrate, like you're hard, and you never touched the trigger
But you figure you're the sh*t, just because you wanna fight
But step to the Killa, and your ass just might take flight
'Cause I'm tired of the mothaf*ckin' fusion
So pass me the Glock for the f*ckin' execution
A pimp type n*gga, 'cause I gotta be real
You gotta come hard, unless you want to be killed
But you still want to play like a mothaf*ckin' ho
So now it's time I rush your ass to the f*ckin' floor
I ain't playin', what I'm sayin' mothaf*cka, is for real
You're gonna f*ck around, and get your mothaf*ckin' cap peeled

[Hook]
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
[Verse 2: Killa B]
I spit mothaf*ckin' lyrics from my windpipe
f*ckin' n*ggas up when it's time to fill their head like
Rollin' through the Mound with a half a pint of yak
Then I call my n*gga E for a nice out jack
Make a move, brother, stomp, plus a course of 8Ball
I got the Glock in the glove for your n*ggas stupid car
A pimp with a b*tch, so mothaf*ck a ho
I got b*tches sellin' ass from Tennessee to Chicago
Cali and New York, and all the seven seas
(Do pimps eat pus*y?) Man, n*gga, please
I kick it like a champ, I thought you n*ggas knew it
If you got a mission to accomplish, then just do it
A n*gga doin' wrong, but I'm still about the right things
Sold a little dope, but I never had to gangbang
Hang on my roadies, peepin' game in the clip
And one in the chamber for you n*ggas on the creep tip
b*tches on my di*k, 'cause they know this sh*t is thick
And n*ggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
So, see, it's quite simple for a n*gga that's for real
Don't step to the killer, or else you'll get your f*ckin' cap peeled

[Hook]
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler
Squee-squee-squeeze the trigger
[Verse 3: Killa B]
Just like my n*gga Homicyde, I'm paranoid, n*gga
You reach for your gat, aw sh*t, I gotta get ya
See, pimps don't play, so mothaf*cka, don't step
A b*tch killin' hoes, 'cause I gotta hold my rep
See I'm steppin' with my weapon on my hip, it's a trip
Every clip in my hand, and I'm walkin' with a limp
Gorilla pimpin' b*tches in the mothaf*ckin' house
Orange Mound n*ggas and were gonna turn it out
For the n*ggas gettin' buck, gettin' so rough
When I'm peelin' caps, I take the mothaf*ckin' dandruff
Off a n*gga head, it's drippin' red on the concrete
Notice when I'm flowin', that I never got off beat
One time, see I kick the rhymes that make you shiver
It's me Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler

[Outro]
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler
Pimp n*gga, Killa B, the mothaf*ckin' cap peeler