TRAGIC (feat. JuicePouch)

Walk up in this bitch like I'm Prince Walk up in this bitch like I'm Prince Walk up in this bitch like a Prince Walk up in this - Damn, that's tragic Took your bitch to the mattress All these words can't have it Line up look like pageants Yeah, fantastic for the game she elastic My girls lit like matches Ready for all the static Ready for all the problems Ready for all the drama We know nothing about karma Only all about them commas And I need my peace Like the Dalai Lama Catch you on the streets Give me my cut like a fucking barber Ayy, f*ck on that bitch real proper Ayy, pass right to my partner Ayy, heard you gon' spin like Chopper Ayy, have it your way, we'll whop ya Ayy, my brothers not nice like Baka Ayy, and they loony like Crocker Be careful what you wish for Timmy No biggie, you gon' wonder who shot ya Damn, that's tragic Took your bitch to the mattress All these words can't have it Line up look like pageants Yea Fantastic, for the gang she elastic My girls lit like matches Ready for all the static, Ready for all the problems Ready for all the drama, We know nothing about karma Only all about them commas And I need my peace Like the Dalai Lama Catch you on the streets Give me my cut like a fucking barber Damn, that's tragic She pillow talk in the mattress I laid it down to no manners I took your bitch and I bagged it I'm going in and I've had it NSE my team No f*ck around, No f*ck around No f*ck around And I meant it Ayy, no problems I'm running around, no problems I'm sounding good but I got em Late night pill popping I'm going in and I'm balling I take her ass, it's calling She left her thong cause she want it And now she know that I got it She playing all on my phone And I'm taking all on my own She laying down her number 612 And I'm in my zone I'm going in and I'm boned I'm checking in and I'm stoned I'm laying down the law Cause this bitch enter my home Woo, tragic Took your bitch to the mattress All these words can't have it Line up look like pageants Yeah, fantastic for the game she elastic My girls lit like matches Ready for all the static Ready for all the problems Ready for all the drama We know nothing about karma Only all about them commas And I need my peace Like the Dalai Lama Catch you on the streets Give me my cut like a fucking barber Yeah, she just be turning me up We getting lit, now I'm burning up Took me to the room, it's sticky it's up She caught attitude