Tragic

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Just left the bank, they was givin' me problems, they think I'm scammin' (Jose the Plug) Yeah [Chorus] Just left the bank, they was givin' me problems, they think I'm scammin' Don't even know you talkin' to a million-dollar nigga, no cap Mama told me when I was a kid, don't be no snitch or no faggot It's really crazy you be hangin' 'round with both, that shit tragic I took the money out my jeans and I left it at the crib Went outside, made some more money and did that shit again Free the robber, he in the joint, finna stab one of your friends If they knew what I donе did, I'd probably get a hundred years [Verse] Wе got 'bows inside the trap just like the House of Dank The police, I don't give them boys a chance, it get to lights [?] It's money on your head, if I was you, I'd just buy a Drac' You'd rather die or rather catch a case? I'm ridin' with it every day I'm in the streets just like a lightpole, I'm posted on the block Way past the olden sale, you ever heard that sell lock? You ever been the main target when they start sendin' them shots? You ever sent them bitches back when them boys hit your block? Ridin' fishbowl, you must be tryna die You the type to be on Live, talkin' 'bout you finna slide, ain't even got a ride You broke as hell, mad at everybody, you need a job I'm puttin' 'round with you, piss me off, I'ma get you fried (Fried, fried) My niggas love me If I don't like you and you walkin' 'round with a chain, you better tuck it Nice-ass nigga, he stuck his hand out, I ain't touch it When I was on tour, my nigga showed up, we was backstage with them cutters I got more money than y'all just off of rap We ain't gon' talk about the trap We got weed, we got this, we got that We got Tracks, we got foreigns, we got trucks, we got 'Cats In every city we touch down in, we ride around with strap [Chorus] Just left the bank, they was givin' me problems, they think I'm scammin' Don't even know you talkin' to a million-dollar nigga, no cap Mama told me when I was a kid, don't be no snitch or no faggot It's really crazy you be hangin' 'round with both, that shit tragic I took the money out my jeans and I left it at the crib Went outside, made some more money and did that shit again Free the robber, he in the joint, finna stab one of your friends If they knew what I done did, I'd probably get a hundred years