Squeeze The TriggaJuicy J

[Verse 1: Killa B]
Now we popping game on the bitches 'cause they know
A pimp type nigga's on the motherfucking flow
So drop it off hoe and I'ma go up in your back
And if you talk shit, you'll get a foot up in your ass
See fucked niggas fake and players stay strong
See if it ain't dead 'cause this shit is going on, b
Careful when you're rolling through my motherfucking set
'Cause if you ain't strapped, your stupid ass [?]
And I bet I got some things for you pussy ass niggas
Perpetrate, like you're hard and you never touched the trigger
But you figure you're the shit just because you want a bite
But step to the killer and your ass just might take flight
'Cause I'm tired of the motherfucking [?]
So just pass me the Glock for the fucking execution
A pimp type nigga 'cause I got to be real
You got to come hard unless you want to be killed
But you still want to play like a motherfucking hoe
So now it's time I rush your ass to the fucking floor
I ain't saying what I'm saying motherfucker, it's for real
You're gonna fuck around and get your motherfucking cap hit

[Hook]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother fucking [?]
Squeeze the trigga
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother fucking [?]
Squeeze the trigga
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother fucking [?]
Squeeze the trigga
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother fucking [?]
Squeeze the trigga

[Verse 2: Killa B]
I spit motherfucking lyrics from my windpipe
Fucking niggas up when it's time to fill their head like
Rolling through the mound with a half a pound of yak
Then I call my nigga [?] iced out jacket
Make a move brother, [?] 8Ball
I got the Glock in the glove for your niggas stupid car
A pimp with a bitch, so motherfuck a hoe
I got bitches selling Aspirin from Tennessee to Chicago
Cali and New York and all the seven seas
(Do pimps eat pussy?) Man, that depends
I kick it like a [?] I thought you niggas knew it
If you got a mission too [?]
A nigga doing wrong but I'm still about the right things
Sold a little dope but I never had to gangbang
[?] on my roadies, peeping game in the clip
And one in the chamber for you niggas on the creep tip
Bitches on my dick 'cause they know this shit is thick
And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
So see it's quite simple for a nigga that's for real
Don't step to the killer or else you'll get your fucking cap hit

[Hook]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother fucking [?]
Squeeze the trigga
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother fucking [?]
Squeeze the trigga
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother fucking [?]
Squeeze the trigga
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother fucking [?]
Squeeze the trigga

[Verse 3: Killa B]
Just like my nigga homicide, I'm paranoid nigga
You reach for your gat, aw shit I got a [?]
So pimps don't play, so motherfucker don't step
A bitch killing hoes 'cause I got to hold my rep
See I'm stepping with my weapon on my hip, it's a trip
Every clip in my hand and I'm walking with a limp
Gorilla pimping bitches in the motherfucking house
Orange Mound niggas that were gonna turn it out
For the niggas getting buck, getting so ruck
When I'm filling cats, I take the motherfucking dandruff
Off a nigga head, it's dripping red on the concrete
Notice when I'm flowing that I never got off beat
One time, see I kick the rhymes that make you shiver
It's me Killa B, the motherfucking [?]

[Hook]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother fucking [?]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother fucking [?]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother fucking [?]
Pimp nigga, Killa B, the mother fucking [?]