"Tragic" lyrics
Gang
Gang
BlayGang
Gang
Brrt dat Brrt dat
Gang
If I do me a hit I start laughing, action
Run up on me it get tragic
Know we not bluffing, I clutch it, I blast it
Trapper be stuck on the backwoods
He say he a ooter
He say he a shooter
Please tell him get back, why he rapping (Nah)
Got chop in my [?]
I pick up a life for the basket, Fuck it we spinning through
Everybody in the whip got a grip, don't lack, don't trip
Yeah we running up on em
I can't beef with the eight, them niggas informants
Brodie said fuck it we on em' (Damn)
If you be with the opps, we not givin' no warnings
Word to my deads you be cautious (Damn)
I said fuck who I hit while I'm tossin', might just hit all em'
Back in the field I go RiRi, Back to the field trynna catch me a PD
Smoochie she buggin', no cuffin' just eat me
Fuck with the opps, bitch I'm catching a DV
That lil' bitch from the T's, just get on they knees
Don't worry lil baby we neeky
See the look in my eyes, the Woo got me high
Everybody keep telling me TP
If I spin, like a shark underwater
Like Nemo, they hidin', I'm yelling out Geezly
I can't take it no more, gotta stay with the chop
If I ever go back they won't free me
For this drill shit, bitch I'm a pro, I can't walk with no pole
Watch I up it, it's easy
I been buggin', lil bro say they need me
[?] he pushed me, he sellin' out fijis
UE got niggas active
Bitch I can dance on some trappit
Fuck it, I see it, I need it, I snatch it
Then give a thottie the backin'
Bitch we the navy like we pistol packing
Choppas and bands in the mattress
Tweak off the Xan, Bitch I'm shooting it rapid
Tweak off the Xan, Bitch I'm shooting it rapid
Brodie gon' put him on fox five, Spin if they outside
Fuck it we shootin' on camera
Fuckin' with us tell em byebye
Bitch we a threat, they keep saying they don't understand us
These niggas ain't never gon' learn
Been putting them through
Wait that boy lost his face when he ran up
Fuck all the beef, get the breesh, get your bands up
(Fuck all the beef, get the breesh, get your bands up)
If I do me a hit I start laughing, action
Run up on me it get tragic
Know we not bluffing, I clutch it, I blast it
Trapper be stuck on the backwoods
He say he a ooter
He say he a shooter
Please tell him get back, why he rapping (Nah)
Got chop in my [?]
I pick up a life for the basket
Blay Gang
Blay Gang
DOA Ave
Gang
BlayGang
Gang
Brrt dat Brrt dat
Gang
If I do me a hit I start laughing, action
Run up on me it get tragic
Know we not bluffing, I clutch it, I blast it
Trapper be stuck on the backwoods
He say he a ooter
He say he a shooter
Please tell him get back, why he rapping (Nah)
Got chop in my [?]
I pick up a life for the basket, Fuck it we spinning through
Everybody in the whip got a grip, don't lack, don't trip
Yeah we running up on em
I can't beef with the eight, them niggas informants
Brodie said fuck it we on em' (Damn)
If you be with the opps, we not givin' no warnings
Word to my deads you be cautious (Damn)
I said fuck who I hit while I'm tossin', might just hit all em'
Back in the field I go RiRi, Back to the field trynna catch me a PD
Smoochie she buggin', no cuffin' just eat me
Fuck with the opps, bitch I'm catching a DV
That lil' bitch from the T's, just get on they knees
Don't worry lil baby we neeky
See the look in my eyes, the Woo got me high
Everybody keep telling me TP
If I spin, like a shark underwater
Like Nemo, they hidin', I'm yelling out Geezly
I can't take it no more, gotta stay with the chop
If I ever go back they won't free me
For this drill shit, bitch I'm a pro, I can't walk with no pole
Watch I up it, it's easy
I been buggin', lil bro say they need me
[?] he pushed me, he sellin' out fijis
UE got niggas active
Bitch I can dance on some trappit
Fuck it, I see it, I need it, I snatch it
Then give a thottie the backin'
Bitch we the navy like we pistol packing
Choppas and bands in the mattress
Tweak off the Xan, Bitch I'm shooting it rapid
Tweak off the Xan, Bitch I'm shooting it rapid
Brodie gon' put him on fox five, Spin if they outside
Fuck it we shootin' on camera
Fuckin' with us tell em byebye
Bitch we a threat, they keep saying they don't understand us
These niggas ain't never gon' learn
Been putting them through
Wait that boy lost his face when he ran up
Fuck all the beef, get the breesh, get your bands up
(Fuck all the beef, get the breesh, get your bands up)
If I do me a hit I start laughing, action
Run up on me it get tragic
Know we not bluffing, I clutch it, I blast it
Trapper be stuck on the backwoods
He say he a ooter
He say he a shooter
Please tell him get back, why he rapping (Nah)
Got chop in my [?]
I pick up a life for the basket
Blay Gang
Blay Gang
DOA Ave
