Tragic lyrics

[Intro]
(LA Beats)
Gang
Gang
BlayGang
Gang
Brrt dat, Brrt dat
Gang

[Chorus]
If I do me a hit I start laughing, action
Run up on me it get tragic
Know we not bluffing , I clutch it, I blast it
Chop have you struggling backwards
He say he a 'ooter (He say he a shooter?)
Please tell him get back, why he rapping (Nah)
Got chop in my soubas' (Cause you be not booter)
I pick up a life for the basket

[Verse 1]
f*ck it we spinning through
Everybody in the whip got a grip, don't lack , don't trip
Yeah we running up on 'em
I can't beef with the eight, them n****s informants
Brodie said f*ck it we on em' (Damn)
If you be with the opps , we not givin' no warnings
Word to my dead's, just be cautious (Damn)
I said f*ck who I hit when I'm tossin', might just hit all em'
Back in thе field I go RiRi, Back to the field trynna catch mе a PD
Smoochie she buggin' , no cuffin' just eat me
f*ck with the opps, b*tch I'm catching a DV
That lil' b*tch from the T's , just get on they knees
Don't worry lil baby we neeky
See the look in my eyes, the Woo got me high
Everybody keep telling me TP
If I spin , like a shark underwater
Like Nemo ,they hidin' , I'm yelling out Geezly
I can't take it no more, gotta stay with the chop
If I ever go back they won't free me
[Verse 2]
For this drill sh*t, b*tch I'm a pro, I can't walk with no pole
Watch I up it , it's easy
I been buggin' , lil bro say they need me
[?] he pushed me , he sellin' out fijis
UE got N***s active
b*tch I can dance on some trappit
f*ck it , I see it, I need it , I snatch it
Then give a thottie the backin'
b*tch we the navy like we pistol packing
Choppas and bands in the mattress
Tweak off the Xan , b*tch I'm shooting it rapid
Tweak off the Xan , b*tch I'm shooting it rapid
Brodie gon' put him on fox five, Spin if they outside
f*ck it we shootin' on camera
f*ckin' with us tell em bye bye
b*tch we a threat, they keep saying they don't understand us
These n****s ain't never gon' learn
Been putting them through
Wait that boy lost his face when he ran up
f*ck all the beef, get the breesh, get your bands up
(f*ck all the beef, get the breesh, get your bands up)
Damn

[Outro]
If I do me a hit I start laughing, action
Run up on me it get tragic
Know we not bluffing , I clutch it, I blast it
Chop have you struggling backwards
He say he a 'ooter (He say he a shooter?)
Please tell him get back, why he rapping (Nah)
Got chop in my soubas' (Cause you be not booter)
I pick up a life for the basket
[Outro]
Blay Gang
Blay Gang
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