Fatal Tragedy Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
Late night on the creep, Friday f*cking 13th
Drunk as hell, this Alize, some n*gga say he had beef with me
He was talking hella sh*t, he put his hand up under his coat
Didn't know if he had a gun or if the n*gga was tryna sell me some dope
In my mind I ain't wanna kill but I couldn't let him kill me first
If the busta had the chance, the n*gga would try to lay me in the dirt
Take a puff from the hay as I let my pistol spray
The n*gga body fell on the floor, police got me on the chase
Running and dodging in the woods, man I couldn't go out like that
So I jumped up over the fence, you know I had to throw my gat
Police always on my ass, police always on my di*k
Had to get away fast, my n*gga sick as sh*t
Finally had a break, went behind the f*cking corner store
Knew I collected some money, so you know I went and collected my dough
Next thing you know, a b*tch done snitched on SG Rilla Mane
Threw her ass in the trunk, grabbed the f*cking pump and things
She was crying like a hoe, told the b*tch to shut the f*ck
Said we was going to the graveyard, you better not say nothing
And keep your mouth shout
Told Almighty to hit my phone, f*ck this hoe, you know it's on
Man I'm about to put this hoe to sleep and bust in her f*cking dome
I don't really f*cking care, I refuse to go to jail
Still creeping in '94, sending y'all n*ggas to Hell
Crazy how this bullsh*t happened on Friday the 13th
But oh well, guess you call it motherf*ckin' Fatal Tragedy