Tragic

Elvis

Bow, gang-gang-gang

These **** 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

Thats 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 **** is bluffin'

**** ain't spinnin' for nothin'

Man shot, citizen gon' rise on they side

'Cause all of my **** for nothin'

Like, boy is you kiddin' me?

I'm the lil' **** 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, **** (What?)

Don't tell me to stop (At all)

These **** 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

Thats 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)