Tragedy

It could be a tragedy
Hella guns in my backseat
Ain't nobody lapping me
Yo' shit basic
My shit unique
Persian rugs on Aladdin shit
Catch the brick like wide-receiver
Get up and I grab my heater
(Huannn)
I could delete you
With one finger on my hand
I grab my gun, I'm bout to let blam-blam
I'm way too fucking high
To deal with you today
Get up out my face
Before I grab that shit and spray

I'm way too fucking high
To deal with you
Bitch get out my face
You like to pick and choose
Major always win
We don't ever lose
Yeah my pockets big
Yo shit looking loose
We got a couple tools
We got a lot of blues
We got a point to prove
We got a lot to lose
Yeah my circle been tight
It was never loose
Yeah, yeah
It was never loose



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Thomes
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