sh*t TRAGIC! lyrics

[Intro]
Haha, haha

[Chorus]
I don't got no fashion sense, put sh*t on that I want to, haha, haha (sh*t tragic)
I've been doing me while you figure out yourself
I'mma make this money, put that dream on a shelf (On a she-)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, sh*t tragic, yeah
Ha-ha-ha, yuh

[Verse]
Yeah, got my pistol in my waistband, who you f*ckin' with?
Don't worry 'bout the b*tches in my city[?], yeah, yeah
b*tch, who you talking to? b*tch, who you talking to?
b*tch, who you talking to?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, who you talking to?
[?] (Yuh, yeah, yeah)
Who you talking to?
Who- who the f*ck- who the f*ck are you-
Don't turn my vocals down, ha-ha-ha-ha
Just getting f*cking started in this b*tch, yeah (Don't turn my vocals down)
(Don't turn my vocals down)

[Chorus]
I don't got no fashion sense, put sh*t on that I want to, haha, sh*t tragic
I've been doing me while you figure out yourself, -self
I'mma make this money, put that dream on a shelf, boy
[Outro]
(I don't got no fashion sense, put sh*t on that I want to)
Boy, boy, boy, boy (I don't got no fashion sense, put sh*t on that I want to)
(Put sh*t on that I want to)
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy-