Tragic

[Intro: Iz Bo]
Yeah
Iz Bo

[Verse 1: Iz Bo]
Big dookie 'Woods with the three-fives in 'em
Hoppin' out the car, we ain't doin' drive-bys in 'em
Yeah, we knockin' niggas down
We don't get him the first time, we gon' spin around
He caught me leavin' out the bank, walkin' with a smile
Leave him in an ashtray like a Black & Mild
Put a Black fist to your face 'cause I'm Black and proud
I called Tee with the Drac', ain't no backin' down

[Verse 2: Baglife Tee]
You call me with the Drac', then I clear the crowd
Big bank on me, if I drop it, it's gon' make a sound
Out in Houston, know I got my rocket like I'm Sterling Brown
Toxic, but my bitch say she like it when I cash her out
Bro slick, he just hit a lick at Gander Mountain
Told his ass give me that FN or I'll tell his mama
Went to this lil' bitch crib and forgot my condom
One thing about Flint niggas, we fuck without 'em

[Verse 3: Iz Bo]
One thing about a Flint nigga, we slide, it's a problem
He ain't drink our water, so it's fuck Obama
If we catch you in the dark, we gon' wreck your Honda
Yeah, like fuck it up
Told a bad bitch hit the floor and come and suck it up
We a real pack of wolves, you can't run with us
Tee just hit me with the 'bows, I had to run it
Damn, ain't that some stuff?
Girly yellin' out, "Iz Bo," while I smash her guts
Yeah, while I thrash her up
I'll roll her weed up and won't pass her blunt
And that's some real shit

[Verse 4: Baglife Tee]
Brodie state-to-state swipin' cards, takin' field trips
My other nigga at the pharm', he like to fill scripts
Six stars tatted on his arm, my niggas peeled it
We ripped his skin
Put it on my five, he'll never bang Crip again
Double cup with the ice, I ain't drinkin' gin
Bitch said that I dress nice, come fuck me then
All my niggas strapped like a dyke, I'm talkin' Gens

[Verse 5: Iz Bo]
Bitch, you know it's 30 on my hip when I'm walkin' in
Fed tried to come and shake my hand and got caught with ten
Yeah, we really let him have it
Never miss with hit-stick like I'm playin' Madden
Had big dreams until he got his brain shattered
You only impress the streets, that shit don't matter
When me and Tee link up, it's a ghetto gap
You could have ten in your whip and that shit won't matter
You could have ten in your whip and your shit gon' splatter
Yeah, now your family gaspin'

[Verse 6: Baglife Tee]
I just got a gun from Bullock's, I don't shop at Ganders
Out in public with my shoes off, I ain't got no manners
He survive this K to the stomach, he gon' need a Pamper
Say my name and I'm comin', I don't need an answer
Scary nigga heard I was comin', he done seen a pastor
Bury niggas, when my niggas gunnin', you gon' get a casket
Uh, you know shit get tragic
Pop a nigga up, when we done, wrap him up in plastic
Bo said he done, he ain't done, I'ma let him have it
Shoot some more holes in that nigga while he in the plastic
Bo with me, he won't freeze up, he won't never panic
I gotta throw my B's up too, bitch, I'm always braggin'
You niggas freeze up when you shoot, you niggas known for laggin'
I won't freeze up when I shoot, I'll toe-tag him