Tragic lyrics

by

Tyga


[Intro: Bernard Jabs]
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Bernard Jabs & Sneakk]
I been on my own sh*t, n*ggas tryna make it out
I can't argue with you, b*tch, go argue with my bank account
I been stackin’ hundreds, tell me what the hate about
Just a young n*gga gettin' paid, tryna make it out


[Post-Chorus: Bernard Jabs & Sneakk]
Sneakky keep that tool on 'em, so don’t go be on that f*ck sh*t
Big homie, carry license, we don't f*ck with all that court sh*t
Keep them on me when I'm slidin' through the traffic
One false move, on my mama, it get tragic


[Verse: Bernard Jabs & Sneakk]
One false move, on LaShonda, it get tragic, n*gga
Blitz a n*gga clique if he ain't active with the ratchet, n*gga
Big homie gon' shoot like he Magic workin' Magic, n*gga
Got a lil' boo that gets f*cked, she work at magic, n*gga
Ah we came, on my mama, with the pop-outs
n*ggas always talkin’ all that sh*t that they not ’bout
If I call first he gon' come with that top out
n*ggas always talkin’ all that sh*t that they not 'bout

Rollin' like I'm Pac, but I’m Jabs, went to jail, ho
Just got out the pen, all lil' buddy know is style, ho
b*tch, come check the drip, like a Migo with the dial, ho
Boy, come get yo' b*tch, 'cause she ain't runnin' up the tab, no
Know he on that f*ck sh*t, pull up in a truck, sh*t
Get out, we in the kitchen, don't you dare go in and rush it
Red Bull and that Henny, now she on some wanna f*ck sh*t
Hope the Lord forgive me, I can't go out on no dumb sh*t
I got murder on my mind, every day I'm high
I'ma get rich or I'ma die tryin'
I got murder on my mind, I'm really down to ride
Really in the field, really outside, yeah


[Chorus: Bernard Jabs & Sneakk]
I been on my own sh*t, n*ggas tryna make it out
I can't argue with you, b*tch, go argue with my bank account
I been stackin' hundreds, tell me what the hate about
Just a young n*gga gettin' paid, tryna make it out


[Post Chorus: Bernard Jabs & Sneakk]
Sneakky keep that tool on 'em, so don't go be on that f*ck sh*t
Big homie, carry license, we don't f*ck with all that court sh*t
Keep them on me when I'm slidin' through the traffic
One false move, on my mama, it get tragic, yeah


[Outro: Sneakk]
Yeah
Yeah

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