[Verse 1: FBG Duck & IMM Tragic]
...Move around, vámonos
This that volcano, Donald flow
This that [?] Contra flow
(Look, look)
[Verse 2: IMM Tragic]
I don't fuck with n***as 'cause I hate y'all
And my flow crack like an eight-ball
Melt his face off
Boom, boom, boom, melt his face off
I'm 'bout to take off, hardbody shit
She on my dick 'cause she a hardbody bitch
She wanna fuck me, she say she love me, and I go crazy
But she go crazy probably, they know how I rock
[Verse 3: FBG Duck]
Okay, I told her give me all her face, don't want no asscheeks
Folks caught a body, I bonded him out the next week
He ain't got to stand in that motherfucker
We all gettin' money in this motherfucker
We all got the Tommy in this motherfucker
And we ain't scared, we'll catch a body in this motherfucker
Big folks brought the shotty in this motherfucker
Don't turn the party into a homi in this motherfucker
[Verse 4: IMM Tragic]
Them bitches tell you I'm the man, ridin' 'round in a Benz
Doin' hits, we strike again, your girl know who I am
I'm the man, I'll flame some', they know my name or somethin'
Hardbody Tragic keep a ratchet, if I take it off me
Better run, n***a, or be a dumb, n***a
'Cause I'ma dump, n***a, fuck a one-on-one, n***a
You get jumped, n***a, punched, n***a, you get stomped, n***a
You a captain, you'll get crunched, n***a
Unload, then I reload
I get to shootin', have him fallin' he King Kong
To you lil' n***as, I am Deebo
I'm a motherfuckin' dog, bitch, I'm on beast mode
[Verse 5: FBG Duck]
I'll crack a n***a head, don't care if he a zero
Fuck saving bitches, I am not a hero
I am on the top, these n***as below
I'll take yo' chain, call me Deebo
Take a n***a out his whip, bitch, this is repo
This...
[Break: IMM Tragic, FBG Duck & King Chris]
[?] beat
IMM shit, man
IMM, [?], let's get it
Die L's, die Y, man, for you fuck n***as
Hell nah
Ayy, you know how we comin'
Free Brick, free Savage, free Marty, gang shit
Ayy, look, ayy, look
[Verse 6: FBG Duck]
Tragic, he'll shoot a n***a face off
But I'll crack a n***a head with the baseball
Bat, but fuck that, these n***as rugrats
So I brought the Tommy for these suspect
-Ass n***as, you a goofy-ass n***a
Cock-and-blast n***a, camouflage, we in your grass, n***a
You can get did like the last, n***a
You can get shot in your shit and a broom stuck up your ass, n***a
[Verse 7: IMM Tragic & FBG Duck]
They wanna ball, we can do that, all-black, they like, "Who that?"
Hoodie down and I'll shoot a n***a, I'll do that
Run up on me, then you a dead n***a
Infrared, n***a, on your head, feel that lead, n***a
Hardbody Tragedy, y'all n***as ain't really 'bout it
Stick to rappin' 'fore you get wrapped up
Clapped up, bulletproof
Boy, that car better be bulletproof before I flip it
Thirty-two shots, hit him in the leg, have him limpin'
I'm a battle rapper n***a, I'll battle, I'll rip it
If you want, he'll shoot a n***a, pull it out, I'll kill him
Melt a n***a, they can't help a n***a
Snapshot, selfie, n***a
(Okay, now look)
[Verse 8: FBG Duck & IMM Tragic]
I ain't really with the damn arguin'
We'll pull up in them cars and shit
Like, "Who the fuck just said that on the internet?"
Up a gun, we gettin' into that
Okay, I'ma stop playin' with him (Mhm, mhm)
If I don't shoot him, then I'ma let my mans kill him
Why the fuck you do that? Why you make his family cry?
Why you show up to the funeral, look up in his family eyes?
Like, "I'm sorry, miss," "I'm sorry for your pass"
I'm lookin' at him like, "He wrong with his bogush-ass"
I should've punched him in my face with my fuckin' cash
I should've unloaded in the funeral, then fuckin' blast
Like, that's your fuckin' ass, your lil' pumpkin-ass (Let's get it)
[?] my fuckin' gat
My car got "200" on the fuckin' dash
When I punch the pedal, it go so fuckin' fast
Just watch me mash, I ain't talkin' potato
But you can get shot in your head with a Lego, I stack my money tall just like Lego
A bitch tried to take my money and run, I told her, "L'eggo my Eggo"
[Verse 9: IMM Tragic]
Look, I can't cuff a bitch, so I tell 'em, "We gon' fuck or not?"
If your n***a try me, baby girl, he feel a hundred shots
I don't fuck with n***as, fuck these n***as
Middle fingers to these n***as, I'll fuckin' punch and uppercut these n***as
Thirty-two shots, this .32 hot
This .32 drop any n***a that run up
You run up, I'll pull the gun up, I'll do that to a n***a
They like, "Damn, he go crazy, who that lil' n***a?" I'm Hardbody Tragic, I'm a...
[Verse 10: FBG Duck & IMM Tragic]
See, I [?] rappin' on some fast shit
But I'ma just slow it down
It's some snakes in the grass, watch me mow it now
Bitch, I am a big dog, if you ain't know it, then you know it now
Fuck these n***as mean? How you talkin' 'bout that money shit?
I gets money, bitch, don't talk to me about money, bitch
'Cause I am hungry, bitch, so I'm gon' get my Ben Franklins
Why the fuck they hatin' and?
But I don't really give a damn, I'll shoot a n***a in his head
I'ma shoot him [?] again to make sure he dead
I'll turn a n***a white cheek red
I'll beam a n***a, infrared, I ain't scared
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 11: IMM Tragic & FBG Duck]
If he with it, he can get it, if you want it, n***a, pop out
Thirty-two shots turn a n***a
A high school n***a into a dropout
We pop out when it's hot out, that's every time that you not out
Better have on football equipment, we brought thoughts out
Headshots, blow a n***a locs out
I'm 'bout everything that you not 'bout
I pop out every day that you not out, you don't want smoke, you'll get smoked
Thirty-two shots, lot of smoke, this big smoke
I don't fuck with you n***as 'cause that's bitch smoke
My opps to me ain't my fuckin' opps to me
On chief, y'all the cops to me
('Cause they ain't sendin' shots at me)
[Outro: IMM Tragic & FBG Duck]
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Let's get it (You hear me?)
