[Intro: Tragedi]

Vetements on my chest, yeah

Vetements on my- (Bih)

Vetements on my chest, yeah

Vetements on my-

Vetements on my, huh, yeah (Vetements, you already knew that though)

[Pre-Chorus: Tragedi]

Vetements on my chest, said Geno get money, correct (Bitch)

I’m just livin to flex (Let’s go)

She left a mark on my flesh (Let’s go)

She left her mark on my mind and my hеart, no

I ain’t been feelin’ the best (At all)

I ain’t been feelin’ the bеst, pussy nigga get left on a stretcher

[Chorus: Tragedi]

Bitch, brand new Glock matte black

Flip that ho, then I go flip that pack

Yeah, smoke them runts, cartel nigga got guns

Aye, blackbox on the back go blrt, blrt, we tryna hit some up

I went and up my stats, lil nigga, my slime, they knowin’ what’s up

Bitch keep doin’ too much, lil ho better not go spill my cup

Piss poor just act tough, said I’m broke, nigga you dumb

Pop me a X like gum, racks came in, make the whole trap jump

[Verse: Kisonn]

Blrt, nigga not talkin’ bout shit, told twin get on the whip

Told twin hop on that bitch

Bitch got vetements, shit

Bitch got vetement fit, bitch

Big ass drac got kick, yeah, nigga, that's not my chick

Woah, woah

I got a motherfuckin' horse in the truck

I got a motherfuckin' horse in the truck

I got a motherfuckin' horse in the truck

I-I can’t cuff that bitch tryna fuck, walk in yo spot tryna see wassup

Nah, triflin’ ass bitch get cut, I told the bankteller "gimme my bucks"

You think that’s yo mans, you can’t even trust

I told my mama I got the ricks, nah, these ain’t chucks (Nah)

They said lil Zo for the win, yeah, a nigga came up

Walk at my crib, with that blick, nigga, like Kencameup

Young nigga can’t keep up, ah

Young nigga can’t keep up, ah

Young nigga hop out that- (Blrt, blrt)

Young nigga- Young nigga hop out that truck

Uh, I need a cup of that mud (Lean)

Yeah, that's my bro, that's my mud

I got the guap in the tub

I got the guap in the tub

[Chorus: Tragedi]

Bitch, brand new Glock matte black

Flip that ho, then I go flip that pack

Yeah, smoke them runts, cartel nigga got guns

Aye, blackbox on the back go blrt, blrt, we tryna hit some up

I went and up my stats, lil nigga, my slime, they knowin’ what’s up

Bitch keep doin’ too much, lil ho better not go spill my cup

Piss poor just act tough, said I’m broke, nigga you dumb

Pop me a X like gum, racks came in, make the whole trap jump

[Outro: Tragedi]

Blrt, blrt, blrt, blrt

Blrt, blrt (Ayy, racks)

Blrt, blrt (Yeah, slatt)

Blrt, blrt, blrt, blrt (Bitch)