Tragic lyrics

[Intro: Miah Kenzo & TaTa]
Ms Everything Ready, you heard
Grahh, like what?
Grahh, Damn
Grahh, Grahh

[Verse 1: Miah Kenzo]
In the streets, just promoting the violence
Don’t beef on the net, I just do sh*t in silence
Don’t wanna flex on you really, Ms. Got It
41k, but y’all n*ggas is hiding
I’m on hots, now I’m making sh*t public
Cane on my side so that go just start running
Like, y’all b*tches are never on nothin’
Tired of talking, for what? Y’all is buggin’
Mr. Everything Deady, he be goin’ dumb
Ms. Everything Ready, just ready to dump
Put the heat to her head, now that b*tch got a fever
Moving real militant, b*tch I’m a reaper
When she seen me in person, hеr energy changed
Y’all b*tchеs is never as tough as they claim
If she got a bestie that b*tch gon’ get flamed
Now they all crying and stops in the rain
Talking that tough sh*t it’s gon get real treacherous
Knock that b*tch out, like I be she won’t spin again
Talkin' 'bout guns, never rap what he live
Like, on bro n*ggas never slide sh*t
If she got a baby, I’m knocking out kids
Like, if it's beef, ain’t no rules in this b*tch
That b*tch is a internet demon, like
That’s why I don’t pay her no mind, b*tch
She know that I’m quick to start geekin', like
Tight b*tches just takin’ her spot
f*ck is a Flexo, that a whole sh*t fēnētō
Flexo K, we don’t f*ck with them people
I’m not calling y’all back
We ain’t shooting a movie
Don’t care ‘bout the talking
I talk with my blick
I’m moving to wocky, they watchin my moves
If you got a b*tch, then that b*tch’ll get boomed
Like, want me to shake up the room
Like why you gon’ die ‘bout the deuce
Like, hold on, it’s getting real tragic
Don’t show no remorse, we gon’ let that b*tch have it
Like why get a gun, but not blast it?
Like, y’all n*ggas is known for the lacking
Like, and I’m never lacking like what?
Keep me outside cause y’all b*tches not tough
I’m Ms. Everything Ready, gon’ knock out your crew
Stupid lil' b*tch, she gon' die 'bout the what?
Damn, b*tches not tough
Stupid lil' b*tch, now I’m calling y’all bluff
Like, come outside cause I’m making a movie
Don’t care ‘bout the talking, I stay with my Toolie
b*tch, don’t run, don’t trip
TaTa be bugging, he aim for the lip
Get caught in the store, n*gga lack for a cyph
Tote in the trap, but he die ‘bout his grip
No competition, not settling sh*t
Y’all b*tches my sons, I invented this sh*t


[Verse 2: TaTa]
41 I'm promoting the violence
Spinning through ready, I got n*ggas hiding
And y'all n*ggas not really on timing
Call up my muddy, he stay on my timing (Glahh)
Shorty got WAP, no Fetty
Breadwinner, I love to get bready
They know my bop, Mr. Everything Deady
A shot to the eye, now he looking like Fetty
If I spottem, I gottem
And these opp n*ggas thinking we cool, this ain’t Hakuna Matata
Big EBK, 41, Top Shotta
You should stay ready to dump that Knocka
Brodie be bugging I told him to lay low
He be ready to give n*ggas halo’s
No soulja, I keep a Draco
Opp n*ggas pus*y, they softer than play-do
“Ayo Miah, what’s the word?”
I need a b*tch to get put on a shirt
Walk through they P's, I leave em on curve
I’m smoking ya dead and I never got hurt
Glahh, don’t get put in your place
Thinking he tough, he get shot in the face
Straight 57, not leaving no trace
Got a baddie, she ready, on bro you get tased
[Outro: Tata]
Everybody shot, everything dead, n*gga
41 shots to the head, b*tch