DRAGONS lyrics

[Hook: T.R.I.P.]
f*ckboy what is happening?
Get the f*ck out my sight, I'm rolling wit' my dragons
And we will end your life, I grab the AK and c*ck it
It wants to exercise, this sh*t is jumping
Ain’t no mothaf*ckin' compromise, you going to die
f*ckboy what is happening?
Get the f*ck out my sight, I'm rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life, I grab the AK and c*ck it
It wants to exercise, this sh*t is jumping
Ain’t no mothaf*ckin' compromise, you going to die

[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
Straight out the psych ward with a mothaf*ckin' machete
Do not come out doors, I'm an outlaw creepin' with a M4
Put the mask on and I'm ready for an all out war
I don’t think these f*ckin' boys even have a clue
What I’m ready to do, I’ll bring pain to anything that moves
I'll raise hell if I have to, if it means bagging bodies
Then I’m back to the booth with a mad tune
Shots popping off sounding, like a mothaf*ckin' NASCAR
When I’m coming through
Got the whole gang outside and we mobbin' through
Like a f*ckin zoo, I’m a menace too
Sit the f*ck the if you ain’t 'bout this sh*t
Throw the gang up if you rep my set
We don’t f*ck around with them lame ass kids
b*tch stay in your lane or you’ll wig will get split
[Hook: T.R.I.P.]
f*ckboy what is happening?
Get the f*ck out my sight, I'm rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life, I grab the AK and c*ck it
It wants to exercise, this sh*t is jumping
Ain’t no mothaf*ckin' compromise, you going to die
f*ckboy what is happening?
Get the f*ck out my sight, I'm rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life, I grab the AK and c*ck it
It wants to exercise, this sh*t is jumping
Ain’t no mothaf*ckin' compromise, you going to die

[Verse 2: VAGUE]
Bet you little b*tches wanna brawl now
I'ma keep on goin' 'til you f*ckin' face down
Too much talkin keep yo mothaf*ckin' tone down
Better look up instead of just f*cken runnin' around
All these mothaf*ckas thinkin' they can talk all that sh*t
But have nothin' to prove but got a mouth that don't fit
After awhile, man, I'm sick of this sh*t
When the reaper comes to put a f*ckin' end to this sh*t
And the world is mess
So now my mind is mess
I grew up from the f*ckin' gutter so I'll never confess
And the panic that I feel always up in my chest
I take a couple of xans and I've settled wit' less
Be a lesson learned, with the things we earn
More money, more problems it becomes a concern
I wait for the day that, I'm put in a urn
And I thrive in the pay, 'til it has taken it turn yeah