Tragiic ft. TheDirtyBunny Lyrics

Friied, Friied

Friied, Friied

Friied, Friied, Friied (Bunny on the beat)

Friied, we outside

Skeed straight up right out of our minds (Our minds)

Bitches that ignored the boy now jockin' his steeze

New fade, new style hotter than 500 degrees (Hot)

Doin' this shit with ease

Writing bars 'til my hands bleed (Shit)

Heat in the scene, my beats got Celine

Puffin' on Zootiez, we 'bouta go retarded

Never stoppin, don't ever need a break to recharge

Black shades like my tint, on five percent

Hotboxin' the room. blocked off the vent

Bumpin' my beats on my speakers. they brackin

Hittin' this blizz, this shit be smackin

Walter White beats, they call it blue magic

All of your songs? They flopped, shit tragic

Play that tough shit, come on, let's get it crackin

G-Lock with the titties, she tell me that I'm packin' (Bah-bah-bah!)

Nigga got whacked and his homie said it's tragic (What?)

And fuck yo' apologies, I don't wanna have it (Fuck 'em)

Put 'em up in the grinder, then I roll 'em up and smoke 'em (Phew)

Thought you wanted smoke dawg, why the fuck you chokin? (Phew)

Take 'em out like trash, nigga, you must be jokin' (Trash)

Nigga, the Joker, I'ma leave 'em all open (Ha)

Tuh, then I leave 'em as blind as a bat, man (Batman)

Why my pockets lookin' bigger than a fat man? (Fat)

Huh, 'cause I'm really gettin' cheese, bitch, I'm that man (Cheese)

.223's make him bust a move, he gon' tapdance (.223's)

West A, bitch, they gon' say"Diizii done ran that" (Yeah)

I just heard 'em shootin"blam, blam" I'ma blam back (Blam, blam!)"Why that nigga goin' off the top?" 'Cause I don't plan that (I don't plan that)

They gon' slice it from yo' neck, go get yo' head back (Yeah)

Slice off yo' head, fuck my bitch in my bed (Eh)

Why they down bad? I got the homies all fed (Down bad)

Why they tryna act gang when they homies all feds? (Ugh)

I'll spray like some paint, I'ma give 'em all lead (Ooh)

You fuckin' with BunBun? It's off wit' yo' head (Fuck)

You fuckin' with Lil Diizii? Lil' bitch, you know what I said? (Woah, woah)

I don't know what you heard (What?)

I'm on fly like a bird (Err)

Yeah, they always peepin, don't know why the fuck they lurk (Err)

You down the wrong lane, homie, this my turf (Err)

My lil' vibe an ocean, I'm finna surf (Err)

I'm walkin' with that like some lines of the purp' (Err)

Pussy ass nigga, I'm leavin' him hurt (Pussy ass nigga)

Cold ass neck and it got me like"brr" (Pussy ass nigga)

I love my bitch, yes, I'm fuckin' with her (My bitch)

Hop in the whip and it take off like"skrrt"

Take off like"skrrt!" (Like"skrrt" like"skrrt" like"skrrt" like"skrrt!")

Like"skrrt!"

Ha, ah, fuck, it's a fast car, nigga

Not a slow one