"TRANQUILIZER" lyrics
(feat. Skrt & YFN Lucci)
Tranquilizer, tranquilizer, tranquilizer
And Ric fresh out the feds, I brought a Rolls Royce for him
Another quarter million sitting on my left arm
It's straight, I got that paper
I know I could buy a state charge
It's straight, you got that tranq', you can turn one to
Eight large
Yes, I would pay for it, make water in a drought
You seen me' fore my deal
Johnny Dang grill
25 in my mouth (look)
[EST Gee:]
Aye, I pour four zips in a twenty ounce
You trying to keep count
I go half a ticket on my wrist
Don't care 'bout the amount
Aye, I go big on big on any bitch
Who won't shut her mouth
They try to cross me out
I came back for revenge, look
I don't need no friend
My only friend is this loaded revolver
I don't care if we friends, you ain't my man, if you did, you know profffer
LAst funeral, we did no ambulance
And ain't go to no doctor
Feds took my friends, I send a word through the pen
Get you popped up
Niggas be hoes, come home from bids and forgot they ain't shot none
They used to it with Lucci
650 and jewelry on both us
Said he was proud to see me blow up from jail, he wrote me
Sitting on my bunk, thoughts in my head
I might never go home
Facing two hundred years
Now I'm worth two hundred Ms
This like 200 a ear
We get more money than them
Gotta keep my circle tight
'Cause these niggas be bitches for real
Gotta keep my circle tight
'Cause these niggas be snitchin' for real
[Lil Skirt:]
I'm a young "six-figure"
Still thugging choppers and killers
Still slinging birds and pistols
It's just the way that I'm living
Introduction to Lil Skirt
I'm the youngin' that did it
I'm the youngin' that sent it
I'm that youngin', you piss me off
And then I'm dropping a ticket
My shooter's doing no missing
These pussy niggas they finished
All for a hundred-thousand cash
I don't wanna talk unless a 1000 grams or better
I ain't no picky nigga, four and a half, nine, whatever
Blender scraping out extras
I'ma use 'em for testers
Running laps 'round these niggas
My mama knew I was special
Shit get tricky forever
A 1000 grams or better
You can get whatever
You get whatever
Nigga
Man, nigga, it's the youngest richest villain, nigga
Baby Joker, nigga, whatever
You wanna call me, nigga
Mr. Can't Be Fucked With, nigga, whatever
Name another young nigga doing it like me, nigga
Nigga, add me up, nigga
And Ric fresh out the feds, I brought a Rolls Royce for him
Another quarter million sitting on my left arm
It's straight, I got that paper
I know I could buy a state charge
It's straight, you got that tranq', you can turn one to
Eight large
Yes, I would pay for it, make water in a drought
You seen me' fore my deal
Johnny Dang grill
25 in my mouth (look)
[EST Gee:]
Aye, I pour four zips in a twenty ounce
You trying to keep count
I go half a ticket on my wrist
Don't care 'bout the amount
Aye, I go big on big on any bitch
Who won't shut her mouth
They try to cross me out
I came back for revenge, look
I don't need no friend
My only friend is this loaded revolver
I don't care if we friends, you ain't my man, if you did, you know profffer
LAst funeral, we did no ambulance
And ain't go to no doctor
Feds took my friends, I send a word through the pen
Get you popped up
Niggas be hoes, come home from bids and forgot they ain't shot none
They used to it with Lucci
650 and jewelry on both us
Said he was proud to see me blow up from jail, he wrote me
Sitting on my bunk, thoughts in my head
I might never go home
Facing two hundred years
Now I'm worth two hundred Ms
This like 200 a ear
We get more money than them
Gotta keep my circle tight
'Cause these niggas be bitches for real
Gotta keep my circle tight
'Cause these niggas be snitchin' for real
[Lil Skirt:]
I'm a young "six-figure"
Still thugging choppers and killers
Still slinging birds and pistols
It's just the way that I'm living
Introduction to Lil Skirt
I'm the youngin' that did it
I'm the youngin' that sent it
I'm that youngin', you piss me off
And then I'm dropping a ticket
My shooter's doing no missing
These pussy niggas they finished
All for a hundred-thousand cash
I don't wanna talk unless a 1000 grams or better
I ain't no picky nigga, four and a half, nine, whatever
Blender scraping out extras
I'ma use 'em for testers
Running laps 'round these niggas
My mama knew I was special
Shit get tricky forever
A 1000 grams or better
You can get whatever
You get whatever
Nigga
Man, nigga, it's the youngest richest villain, nigga
Baby Joker, nigga, whatever
You wanna call me, nigga
Mr. Can't Be Fucked With, nigga, whatever
Name another young nigga doing it like me, nigga
Nigga, add me up, nigga
