Tragic

[Verse 1: DudeyLo]
Big .40, shit’ll knock down a hippo, I’m gettin' crafty, I’m watchin' him get low
I’m in the back seat, this ain’t no taxi, I love to clap heat, I’m really a sicko
Put down the gun, nigga, let’s do it, we can throw hands, let’s dance, no music
He got a gun, but he don’t use it, nigga a clown, word to bro, that’s foolish
I done bent blocks, sent shots, bitch it took a whole lot just to get where I’m at
That was my brother, I’m talkin' my brother, that shit break your heart when you fuck with a rat
Talkin' to cops, I ain’t fuckin' with that, like, Glock 19, I was buggin' with that
Touch one of mines, then we ready for war, word to bro, niggas know that we comin' right back

[Verse 2: COE Wiki]
Baow, baow, I see shit gettin' real, gotta lace up your kicks, in the field
You not riskin' and flickin', I will, word to bro, I stay flickin', don’t care for a deal
Up the street with the Bees, tryna show ‘em my skill, protectin' the P’s, older bros like, "Chill”
Nigga don’t wanna estimate heat, 'cause he lil', because he put his fame to the side for a trill
We do the drillin', why would they play? Fatz was just spinnin', but now he an eighth
Free Eli Drako, the Ape livin' great, ain’t no one-on-one time, straight punch in your face
Spinnin' on feet with the Ape for respect, like, with the Ape that'll bang on his chest
Melly not cut, he got put to the test, if he throw up MB, I’m gon’ bang for the set

[Verse 3: DudeyLo]
How the fuck could they play me? I put points up, Tracy McGrady
School ’65, but in love with the .80, free 2-3 zone, word the bro, we got wavy
Multiple times, multiple trips, multiple opps, felt the end of the grip
No more free SB, he crashed multiple whips, front line every time I was goin' to flick, nigga, word to my dead, like
Rah got shot, word to bro, I was holdin' my head
I ain’t wanna do it, but they got me fed, like, fuck Fatz, now I’m holdin' my chest, nigga, suck my dick
I don’t even do this shit, nigga, fuck these diss
We can link up, let’s dump our clips, now we gonna see who worth this shit, nigga, word to my dead

[Verse 4: COE Wiki]
[?], Fatboy tagged, I asked bro, "Was it worth it?"
What the fuck happened to Glo? It was perfect, Sha hop out, tryna close a new curtain
Word to bro, I ain’t cappin', Dudey, how many times it got tragic?
How much times did we go for a basket? But they only see, they just hear what I’m rappin', ah
You can’t walk in my shoes, it get different, I saw shh, back to back, yeah, he missin'
He not here no more, nigga finished, and Dudey like MJ, I guess I’m the Pippen
It’s that time of the week, start clickin', how much times we showed Flickers whose guns really flickin'?
Lil' bro just went out on a mission, in less than five minutes, the app already hittin'