Tragic lyrics

[Intro]
Elvis
Bow, gang-gang-gang

[Verse]
These n*ggas be fanned out
Up in the streets, really lackin' (pus*y)
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 c*cky, cappin' (Gang-gang-gang)
Talkin' money? I'm matchin' the bag, quick
And this .40 is drilled wit' a ratchet (pus*y)

[Verse 1]
Like, what did they do? Nothin' (Nothin')
Nine times out of ten, man, them n*ggas is bluffin'
n*ggas ain't spinnin' for nothin'
Man shot, citizеn gon' rise on they side
'Causе all of my n*ggas for nothin'
Like, boy is you kiddin' me?
I'm the lil' n*gga wit' energy
Try to run up? Lil' dummy, you sh*ttin' me? Uh
Who got touched? (Who got touched?)
We gon' up, and who gon' duck when sh*t gettin' tough?
When sh*t 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, n*gga (What?)
Don't tell me to stop (At all)
[Chorus]
These n*ggas be fanned out (pus*y)
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 c*cky, cappin' (Gang-gang-gang)
Talkin' money? I'm matchin' the bag, quick
And this .40 is drilled wit' a ratchet (pus*y)