Tragic (feat. YNG Melodies)
Know this shit be tragic, hit it once and then I scat it, uh
Crack a niggaa shit, countin' them rubbers with a passion, ayy
Lit my nigga blunt, to spin they block and burn they seats up
Tuck and slide just like it's Call of Duty, up that shit go flow, flow
Send him to the doctors, get his flu shots, make him level up
Last time we white-chalked a nigga and dropped the bag back on his ass
Out the window, flow, flow Out the window, flow, flow
Last time we white-chalked a nigga and dropped the bag back on his ass
Gave that boy a body wash and left that nigga tummy tuck
Ain't sendin' no warnings knock' his dread's off, tryna run it up
Clutchin' on my rod when I be sleep from demons in my dream
I can't let them niggas get me, shoot it out to clear the scene
Draco's and Ar's delete they shit and leave a scar
They know who we are from shit that happened at they bar
Dropped him and his bitch ain't rappin' bout old shit
Shotgun got a kick, you better be careful how you hold it
Know this shit be tragic, hit it once and then I scat it, uh
Crack a nigga shit, countin' them rubbers with a passion, ayy
Lit my nigga blunt, to spin they block and burn they seats up
Tuck and slide just like it's Call of Duty, up that shit, go flow, flow
Send him to the doctors, get his flu shots, make him level up
Last time we white-chalked a nigga and dropped the bag back on his ass
Out the window, flow, flow Out the window, flow, flow
Last time we white-chalked a nigga and dropped the bag back on his ass
Right now I'm laid back, and kicked up waitin' for that news to hit
Choppa bust his head without hesitation, didn't know who to miss
Right now I'm laid back, and kicked out waitin' for that news to hit
Choppa bust his head without hesitation, didn't know who to miss
Surround myself with number ones, I know they ain't gon' drop the guns
This bitch got no mask on it, who gonna drop that cash for it
Surround myself with number ones, I know they ain't gon' drop the guns
This bitch got no mask on it, who gonna drop that cash for it
Know this shit be tragic, hit it once and then I scat it, uh
Crack a nigga shit, countin' them rubbers with a passion, ayy
Lit my nigga blunt, to spin they block and burn they seats up
Tuck and slide just like it's Call of Duty, up that shit, go flow, flow
Crack a niggaa shit, countin' them rubbers with a passion, ayy
Lit my nigga blunt, to spin they block and burn they seats up
Tuck and slide just like it's Call of Duty, up that shit go flow, flow
Send him to the doctors, get his flu shots, make him level up
Last time we white-chalked a nigga and dropped the bag back on his ass
Out the window, flow, flow Out the window, flow, flow
Last time we white-chalked a nigga and dropped the bag back on his ass
Gave that boy a body wash and left that nigga tummy tuck
Ain't sendin' no warnings knock' his dread's off, tryna run it up
Clutchin' on my rod when I be sleep from demons in my dream
I can't let them niggas get me, shoot it out to clear the scene
Draco's and Ar's delete they shit and leave a scar
They know who we are from shit that happened at they bar
Dropped him and his bitch ain't rappin' bout old shit
Shotgun got a kick, you better be careful how you hold it
Know this shit be tragic, hit it once and then I scat it, uh
Crack a nigga shit, countin' them rubbers with a passion, ayy
Lit my nigga blunt, to spin they block and burn they seats up
Tuck and slide just like it's Call of Duty, up that shit, go flow, flow
Send him to the doctors, get his flu shots, make him level up
Last time we white-chalked a nigga and dropped the bag back on his ass
Out the window, flow, flow Out the window, flow, flow
Last time we white-chalked a nigga and dropped the bag back on his ass
Right now I'm laid back, and kicked up waitin' for that news to hit
Choppa bust his head without hesitation, didn't know who to miss
Right now I'm laid back, and kicked out waitin' for that news to hit
Choppa bust his head without hesitation, didn't know who to miss
Surround myself with number ones, I know they ain't gon' drop the guns
This bitch got no mask on it, who gonna drop that cash for it
Surround myself with number ones, I know they ain't gon' drop the guns
This bitch got no mask on it, who gonna drop that cash for it
Know this shit be tragic, hit it once and then I scat it, uh
Crack a nigga shit, countin' them rubbers with a passion, ayy
Lit my nigga blunt, to spin they block and burn they seats up
Tuck and slide just like it's Call of Duty, up that shit, go flow, flow
Credits
Writer(s): Cipher Divine Iverson
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