Tata, Miah kenzo - Tragic lyrics

Ms Everything Ready, you heard
Grahh, like what? Grahh, Damn
Grahh, Grahh

In the streets, just promoting the violence
Don’t beef on the net
I just do shit in silence
Don’t wanna flex on you really, Ms got It
41k, but y’all niggas is hiding
I’m on hots, now I’m making shit public
Cane on my side so that go just start running
Like, y’all bitches are never on nothin’
Tired of talking, for what? Y’all is buggin’
Mr everything Deady, he be goin’ dumb
Ms everything Ready, just ready to dump
Put the heat to her head
Now that bitch got a fever
Moving real militant, bitch I’m a reaper
When she seen me in person
Hеr energy changed
Y’all bitchеs is never as tough as they claim
If she got a bestie that
Bitch gon’ get flamed
Now they all crying and stops in the rain
Talking that tough shit it’s
Gon get real treacherous
Knock that bitch out
Like I be she won’t spin again
Talkin' 'bout guns, never rap what he live
Like, on bro niggas never slide shit
If she got a baby, I’m knocking out kids
Like, if it's beef
Ain’t no rules in this bitch
That bitch is a internet demon, like
That’s why I don’t pay her no mind, bitch
She know that I’m quick to start geekin'
Like tight bitches just takin’ her spot
Fuck is a Flexo, that a whole shit fēnētō
Flexo K, we don’t fuck with them people
I’m not calling y’all back
We ain’t shooting a movie
Don’t care ‘bout the talking
I talk with my blick
I’m moving to wocky, they watchin my moves
If you got a bitch
Then that bitch’ll get bullied
Like, want me to shake up the room
Like why you gon’ die ‘bout the deuce
Like, hold on, it’s getting real tragic
Don’t show no remorse
We gon’ let that bitch have it
Like why get a gun, but not blast it?
Like, y’all niggas is known for the lacking
Like, and I’m never lacking like what?
Keep me outside cause y’all bitches not tough
I’m Ms everything Ready
Gon’ knock out your crew stupid lil' bitch
She gon' die 'bout the what?
Damn, bitches not tough stupid lil' bitch
Now I’m calling y’all bluff
Like, come outside cause I’m making a movie
Don’t care ‘bout the talking
I stay with my Toolie
Bitch, don’t run, don’t trip
TaTa be bugging, he aim for the lip
Get caught in the store
Nigga lack for a cyph
Tote in the trap, but he die ‘bout his grip
No competition, not settling shit
Y’all bitches my sons, I invented this shit

41 I'm promoting the violence
Spinning through ready, I got niggas hiding
And y'all niggas not really on timing
Call up my muddy, he stay on my timing
(Glahh) shorty got WAP, no Fetty
Breadwinner, I love to get bready
They know my bop, Mr everything Deady
A shot to the eye, now he looking like Fetty
If I spottem, I gottem
And these opp niggas thinking we cool
This ain’t Hakuna Matata
Big EBK, 41, Top Shotta
You should stay ready to dump that Knocka
Brodie be bugging I told him to lay low
He be ready to give niggas halo’s
No soulja, I keep a Draco
Opp niggas pussy, they softer than play do
"Ayo Miah, what’s the word?"
I need a bitch to get put on a shirt
Walk through they P's, I leave em on curve
I’m smoking ya dead and I never got hurt
Glahh, don’t get put in your place
Thinking he tough, he get shot in the face
Straight 57, not leaving no trace
Got a baddie, she ready, on bro you get tased
Everybody shot, everything dead, nigga
41 shots to the head, bitch