Juice WRLD - Tragic lyrics

Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Run up on me, you don't want no static
Fuck nigga, yeah, it could get tragic

Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Run up on me, you don't want no static
Fuck nigga, yeah, it could get tragic
Make a nigga disappear like magic
Gun like abra-kadabra, yeah
My choppa like Lenny Kravitz, yeah
My bullets look like guitar chords

Hand on my gun, I'm a tool boy
I'ma shoot first, I'm a rude boy
40 gon jerk like a new boy
I'm gettin tired of these new boys
Wait, I am a new boy, huh
Feel like a vet but I'm fresh like a rookie
I'm fucking your bitch, yeah
I'm up in 'em cookies
This bitch came from Jersey
She thick call her Snookie uh huh, uh huh
I put a brick on my arm
Cursed diamonds on me, that's a charm
Big 40 on me, I'm armed uh huh, uh huh
That bitch ride dick like a car
I turn yo' hoe to a star
Tape her like a VCR

Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Run up on me, you don't want no static
Fuck nigga, yeah, it could get tragic
Make a nigga disappear like magic
Gun like abra-kadabra, yeah
My choppa like Lenny Kravitz, yeah
My bullets look like guitar chords
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Run up on me, you don't want no static
Fuck nigga, yeah, it could get tragic
Make a nigga disappear like magic
Gun like abra-kadabra, yeah
My choppa like Lenny Kravitz, yeah
My bullets look like guitar chords

Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Run up on me, you don't want no static
Fuck nigga, yeah, it could get tragic
Make a nigga disappear like magic
Gun like abra-kadabra, yeah
My choppa like Lenny Kravitz, yeah
My bullets look like guitar chords