"Tragic" lyrics
Elvis
Bow, gang-gang-gang
These niggas be fanned out
Up in the streets, really lackin' (Pussy)
I'm tryna get up real close (What?)
Break 'em down like a fraction (Bow-bow-bow)
Boy, you a stranger, so when I had seen you
No, I ain't clappin'
But the next time I see you, man
That's word to bro you gon' make the citizen app quick (Flock at a Flocka)
Want war? We gon' bring all the static
ARs wit' scopes and tragic (What?)
Arsenal like the army, tactic
Get up on court and I shoot like I'm Dragic (Gang-gang-gang)
If I'm clutchin', then there ain't no passin' (Bow)
Off the wocky, I'm cocky, cappin' (Gang-gang-gang)
Talkin' money? I'm matchin' the bag, quick
And this .40 is drilled wit' a ratchet (Pussy)
Like, what did they do? Nothin' (Nothin')
Nine times out of ten, man, them niggas is bluffin'
Niggas ain't spinnin' for nothin'
Man shot, citizen gon' rise on they side
'Cause all of my niggas for nothin'
Like, boy is you kiddin' me?
I'm the lil' nigga wit' energy
Try to run up? Lil' dummy, you shittin' me? Uh
Who got touched? (Who got touched?)
We gon' up, and who gon' duck when shit gettin' tough?
When shit gettin' real, they gon' tell you to, "Chill," but, I rather not
And I swear they gon' feel how I feel off this pill when I'm thinkin' alot, nigga (What?)
Don't tell me to stop (At all)
These niggas be fanned out (Pussy)
Up in the streets, really lackin'
I'm tryna get up real close (What?)
Break 'em down like a fraction (Bow-bow-bow)
Boy, you a stranger, so when I had seen you
No, I ain't clappin'
But the next time I see you, man
That's word to bro you gon' make the citizen app quick (Flock at a Flocka)
Want war? We gon' bring all the static (Bow-bow)
ARs wit' scopes and tragic (What?)
Arsenal like the army, tactic
Get up on court and I shoot like I'm Dragic (Gang-gang-gang)
If I'm clutchin', then there ain't no passin' (Bow)
Off the wocky, I'm cocky, cappin' (Gang-gang-gang)
Talkin' money? I'm matchin' the bag, quick
And this .40 is drilled wit' a ratchet (Pussy)
Bow, gang-gang-gang
These niggas be fanned out
Up in the streets, really lackin' (Pussy)
I'm tryna get up real close (What?)
Break 'em down like a fraction (Bow-bow-bow)
Boy, you a stranger, so when I had seen you
No, I ain't clappin'
But the next time I see you, man
That's word to bro you gon' make the citizen app quick (Flock at a Flocka)
Want war? We gon' bring all the static
ARs wit' scopes and tragic (What?)
Arsenal like the army, tactic
Get up on court and I shoot like I'm Dragic (Gang-gang-gang)
If I'm clutchin', then there ain't no passin' (Bow)
Off the wocky, I'm cocky, cappin' (Gang-gang-gang)
Talkin' money? I'm matchin' the bag, quick
And this .40 is drilled wit' a ratchet (Pussy)
Like, what did they do? Nothin' (Nothin')
Nine times out of ten, man, them niggas is bluffin'
Niggas ain't spinnin' for nothin'
Man shot, citizen gon' rise on they side
'Cause all of my niggas for nothin'
Like, boy is you kiddin' me?
I'm the lil' nigga wit' energy
Try to run up? Lil' dummy, you shittin' me? Uh
Who got touched? (Who got touched?)
We gon' up, and who gon' duck when shit gettin' tough?
When shit gettin' real, they gon' tell you to, "Chill," but, I rather not
And I swear they gon' feel how I feel off this pill when I'm thinkin' alot, nigga (What?)
Don't tell me to stop (At all)
These niggas be fanned out (Pussy)
Up in the streets, really lackin'
I'm tryna get up real close (What?)
Break 'em down like a fraction (Bow-bow-bow)
Boy, you a stranger, so when I had seen you
No, I ain't clappin'
But the next time I see you, man
That's word to bro you gon' make the citizen app quick (Flock at a Flocka)
Want war? We gon' bring all the static (Bow-bow)
ARs wit' scopes and tragic (What?)
Arsenal like the army, tactic
Get up on court and I shoot like I'm Dragic (Gang-gang-gang)
If I'm clutchin', then there ain't no passin' (Bow)
Off the wocky, I'm cocky, cappin' (Gang-gang-gang)
Talkin' money? I'm matchin' the bag, quick
And this .40 is drilled wit' a ratchet (Pussy)
Writer(s): Christopher Alexander Morton
