FUCKAPACHE, Depth Strida, Istasha - TRAGEDY lyrics

You pussy boys wanna talk bout shit
U got no clue of i bet no one got your back
From the people u love
So u better shut the fuck up
Tell your bitch to grow up
Tell your bitch to back up
I whip my knife and stab ya
Put that on the gang put that on my fam
Mercenaries, k9 unit with them sharp fangs
Come and get your mans
Come and get your friend
Before I turn this gathering into a bloodbath

Thinking you got bucks when you're bankrupt
Ganji attitude and rebel till your homeless
Stone cast to own less

Down when fuck up teeth in acid
Ends around in the cold
Dig a grave out for gold

Punished convictions done fuck a system
Submission a hollow ward
Can't put subordinate order
It's inefficient

Done but your shit ain't done
Fuckit got that
Belt still equipped when you crawl
Crawl from the crypt

All you bitches act so gangsta
Throw the pipe bomb out the tesla
All this shit is way too messed up
Fuck the law eat cops for breakfast
Tactic vest made of kevla
Garbage clique meet the red dot
Hollow tips for the headshot
Leave the place drivin faster wrum wrum wrum
Bitch I'm drippin I could swim
I feel water on my skin
Water bending ain't no sin
Diamonds on my glove call me thanos
Silence at your shows better wake up
Your bitch wants it raw shes a nympho
Ain't no more talk enough infos
All you bitches act so gangsta
Throw the pipe bomb out the tesla
All this shit is way too messed up
Fuck the law eat cops for breakfast
Tactic vest made of kevla
Garbage clique meet the red dot
Hollow tips for the headshot
Leave the place drivin faster