Tragedies

(álbum: Mansion Musick - 2018)

Sosa baby
GBE baby
Sosa on the beat

I remember being in the streets trying to take some'n
Ride around in the field with a K drum
Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some
Now I hardly ever even see my day ones
I make the [?]
I be floating dirty, I don't need no gravity
Make her say "Uhh" like Master P
If you ain't getting money it can lead to tragedies

Popped up in my crib without permission
Call that stalking, call that stalking
I went in the mall and bought everything out the store
I call that ballin, I call that ballin
I heard you be tripping on a thotty
I call that falling, I call that falling
I heard you were here flexing like you catching bodies
Dry snitching on yo self, I call that talking

I walked in the club and they all start shaking ass, shakin ass
Dead man in my pockets, someone please call the damn ambulance
(Ambulance, ambulance, ambulance)
I'm on offense, the defense I'll handle
Got your bitch melting like a lit candle
Where I'm from two phones means ten-fold
Why I'm flexing like that I ain't have shit hoe

I remember being in the streets trying to take some'n
Ride around in the field with a K drum
Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some
Now I hardly ever even see my day ones
I make the [?]
I be floating dirty, I don't need no gravity
Make her say "Uhh" like Master P
If you ain't getting money it can lead to tragedies

I swear to God right now I can't even fucking breathe
One Tooka blunt got me walking with a weave
Gave your bitch one pill now she crawling on her knees
She was standing on her head, now she falling on her feet
Tote the cash baby gone see a doctor for me
I know before I go get locked up, you gone get locked up for me
I know you really will get a nigga shot up for me
I don't buy bitches but I know you'll buy one for me

Whoever said living was the stars in the sky
And I'm sitting on the stars in the sky every night
I'm smoking on that Mary, yea, Mary J. Blige
It was me in the sky and the stars trying to fight
I just met a bad bitch, but I'm only trying to fuck
I'm a squirrel no lie, I'ma need another nut
Remember on the block, selling dope, been blowing punks
Run up on him click-clack, 12-gauge him in the trunk

I remember being in the streets trying to take some'n
Ride around in the field with a K drum
Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some
Now I hardly ever even see my day ones
I make the [?]
I be floating dirty, I don't need no gravity
Make her say "Uhh" like Master P
If you ain't getting money it can lead to tragedies

Sosa on the beat