Tragic - Intellectual

[Intro]

(LA Beats)

Gang

BlayGang

Gang

Brrt dat, Brrt dat

Gang

[Chorus]

If I do me a hit I start laughing, action

Run up on me it get tragic

Know we not bluffing , I clutch it, I blast it

Chop have you struggling backwards

He say he a 'ooter (He say he a shooter?)

Please tell him get back, why he rapping (Nah)

Got chop in my soubas' (Cause you be not booter)

I pick up a life for the basket

[Verse 1]

Fuck it we spinning through

Everybody in the whip got a grip, don't lack , don't trip

Yeah we running up on 'em

I can't beef with the eight, them n****s informants

Brodie said fuck it we on em' (Damn)

If you be with the opps , we not givin' no warnings

Word to my dead's, just be cautious (Damn)

I said fuck who I hit when I'm tossin', might just hit all em'

Back in thе field I go RiRi, Back to the field trynna catch mе a PD

Smoochie she buggin' , no cuffin' just eat me

Fuck with the opps, bitch I'm catching a DV

That lil' bitch from the T's , just get on they knees

Don't worry lil baby we neeky

See the look in my eyes, the Woo got me high

Everybody keep telling me TP

If I spin , like a shark underwater

Like Nemo ,they hidin' , I'm yelling out Geezly

I can't take it no more, gotta stay with the chop

If I ever go back they won't free me

[Verse 2]

For this drill shit, bitch I'm a pro, I can't walk with no pole

Watch I up it , it's easy

I been buggin' , lil bro say they need me

[?] he pushed me , he sellin' out fijis

UE got N***s active

Bitch I can dance on some trappit

Fuck it , I see it, I need it , I snatch it

Then give a thottie the backin'

Bitch we the navy like we pistol packing

Choppas and bands in the mattress

Tweak off the Xan , Bitch I'm shooting it rapid

Brodie gon' put him on fox five, Spin if they outside

Fuck it we shootin' on camera

Fuckin' with us tell em bye bye

Bitch we a threat, they keep saying they don't understand us

These n****s ain't never gon' learn

Been putting them through

Wait that boy lost his face when he ran up

Fuck all the beef, get the breesh, get your bands up

(Fuck all the beef, get the breesh, get your bands up)

Damn

[Outro]

If I do me a hit I start laughing, action

Run up on me it get tragic

Know we not bluffing , I clutch it, I blast it

Chop have you struggling backwards

He say he a 'ooter (He say he a shooter?)

Please tell him get back, why he rapping (Nah)

Got chop in my soubas' (Cause you be not booter)

I pick up a life for the basket

[Outro]

Blay Gang

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