Tragic

Met a raw ass chick at the Melrose lot She was rollin’ up greens in a corn husk pot I was thrifted down, but my aura cost a lot Got a Southside shorty, she don’t text, she plot I’m a fool for the girls with a sharp-ass jaw She sip mezcal, got a switchblade draw Your girl basic, drinks White Claw through a straw My girl throw fits, then forgets about it all Moonwalk petty, lil’ toe ring glisten Talkin’ wild shit, and I still play victim Let my bro hit, I’m a real-life Christian Prominent player, no chains, no fiction Bummy-ass slides in the five-star kitchen Told her I’m broke just to test who listen Eatin’ cold shrimp out the bag, no dishes She do what she want with precision Bae like, “Damn, why you always missin’?” I be ghostin’ like rent due, slippin’ I need somethin’ rude like a vixen Pull up, tell me off, then lick it Or somethin’ way worse, like lipstick On my ex name, now I’m twisted I don’t chase women, I switch ’em (what’s next) My name ain’t Earl, but I list ‘em (Tell a mutherfucka what?) I don’t cap when I slide through the pit pit pit I just tap in smooth, then I dip dip dip If the vibe get stale, I flip flip flip (Aye man, I’m really wildin’ in here right now, hold up) Stackin’ habits, all my women active (They active) She weird, and I’m reactive (Boom) Don’t ask, I’m taxin’ (Slide up it) You broke, that’s tragic (Gone) Tragic, tragic, tragic, ha She already knew the deal Ain’t nothin’ to say Re-upped my thrill, thrill Bought my side chick some new Doc Martens (yeah) East End darling, she don’t bargain Spit like garlic, fight like Spartans Flat-out evil, took my wallet Smiled like “Oops,” I ain’t even want it Vibrant polish, mind so lawless Love get choked out quick, no harness Shot me a look, said “Try me honest” Cup look dark like a Marvel promise She not one to love Drinkin’ something blue, got her mean like a Buffy scene Always actin’ new, like she ain’t seen nothin’ (Damn) Drinkin’ something blue, got her mean like a Buffy scene Always actin’ new, like she ain’t seen nothin’ (Damn) Drinkin’ something blue, got her mean like a Buffy scene Always actin’ new, like she ain’t seen nothin’ Watch all loud like a protest chant Fizzy-ass juice, now I’m floatin’ slant Goddamn, too much juice, too much dance I don’t beef, that’s energy vamp I don’t freak with anything bland My piece like a curse, no chance She hummin’ my name like trance Pulled up sharp, no glance, splash Stackin’ habits, all my women active (They active) She weird, and I’m reactive (Boom) Don’t ask, I’m taxin’ (Slide up it) You broke, that’s tragic (Gone) Tragic, tragic, tragic, ha Stackin’ habits, all my women active (They active) She weird, and I’m reactive (Boom) Don’t ask, I’m taxin’ (Slide up it) You broke, that’s tragic (Gone) Tragic, tragic, tragic, ha You don’t know my spirit (nah-nah) I let it fly when I’m near it (yeah-yeah) I don’t respond to no gimmick (nah-nah) I keep it tucked like a clinic, yeah (yeah-yeah) I get my tea from the mystics, yeah (yeah-yeah) She hit my phone with logistics, yeah (yeah-yeah) I turn a cliff to a picnic, yeah (yeah-yeah) I brought a baddie to QuickTrip, yeah (yeah-yeah) She a freak neat, for them she don’t speak, for me she sing oper-y, yeah (yeah-yeah) I’m posted up on the olive tree, yeah (yeah-yeah) I’m the calm storm in a dollar tee (yeah-yeah) Told my old flame, “Don’t bother me” (yeah-yeah) I’m past words, I’m apostrophe (yeah-yeah) Read my vibe like a balcony She might reach, but I float in my zone like a feather in fog (ooh-ooh) She Vietnamese, so she askin’ me how I move, where I walk (ooh-ooh) I’m skyanese (uh), off the moon and some Jim Beam (uh) Read my mind in a dream, girl (uh, uh) (ooh-ooh) She stylin’ (uh), blew a check on her jeans (uh), I’m filthy with the cloth (uh, come on) You don’t know my spiral (you don’t know my) I got beef with the cycle, I broke that back (ooh-ooh) I got receipts and a rifle for all that cap (ooh-ooh) And I’ma lean in smooth, then leave out with a laugh She on my vibe, my energy all on her chin (ooh-ooh) She all loopy, grippin’ that thing and I dip, she all droopy (ooh-ooh) I’m the one catchin’ the lens, I’m unruly, I don’t do no reeling in (ooh-ooh) I’m in the yard diggin’ in, plantin’ again (ooh-ooh) Wicked-ass one with me, think I’m Broly (ooh-ooh) Lip full, curl right, hot like Angelina Jolie (ooh-ooh) When I airbrush, it ain’t Adobe New coupe drop-top, butterfly slowly Palette too wild, I look like a goalie Came from the mud, you gon’ have to show me Y’all know me Slid in smoother than a sax solo We do this, daily, lowkey This ain’t a flex, this a journal entry This ain’t a game, it’s a mood extension Hope you vibin’, pour up somethin’ Burn your grilled cheese, leave your oven runnin’ Throw the plan away, feel the nothin’ And if you too clean, you don’t want it Yeah, keep that window cracked This the type of vibe make the roaches clap We too weird for the apps, too cool for the maps Too hot for the bar, too broke for the tax She wild, she rude, she dressed like chaos I like my girls with a little bit of pay off A little bit of mayhem, lipstick smudged Don’t know what we doin’ but it feel like love