Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tragic, artist - Sneakk
Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tragic |
I been on my own shit, niggas tryna make it out |
I can’t argue with you, bitch, go argue with my bank account |
I been stackin' hundreds, tell me what the hate about |
Just a young nigga gettin' paid, tryna make it out |
Sneakky keep that tool on 'em, so don’t go be on that fuck shit |
Big homie, carry license, we don’t fuck with all that court shit |
Keep them on me when I’m slidin' through the traffic |
One false move, on my mama, it get tragic |
One false move, on LaShonda, it get tragic, nigga |
Blitz a nigga clique if he ain’t active with the ratchet, nigga |
Big homie gon' shoot like he Magic workin' Magic, nigga |
Got a lil' boo that gets fucked, she work at magic, nigga |
Ah we came, on my mama, with the pop-outs |
Niggas always talkin' all that shit that they not 'bout |
If I call first he gon' come with that top out |
Niggas always talkin' all that shit 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 |
Bitch, come check the drip, like a Migo with the dial, ho |
Boy, come get yo' bitch, 'cause she ain’t runnin' up the tab, no |
Know he on that fuck shit, pull up in a truck, shit |
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 fuck shit |
Hope the Lord forgive me, I can’t go out on no dumb shit |
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 |
I been on my own shit, niggas tryna make it out |
I can’t argue with you, bitch, go argue with my bank account |
I been stackin' hundreds, tell me what the hate about |
Just a young nigga gettin' paid, tryna make it out |
Sneakky keep that tool on 'em, so don’t go be on that fuck shit |
Big homie, carry license, we don’t fuck with all that court shit |
Keep them on me when I’m slidin' through the traffic |
One false move, on my mama, it get tragic, yeah |
Yeah |
Yeah |