Young Thug — Tragic

[Intro] Uh, uh.. yeah, yeah, yeah London on the track bitch! Hahahahaha! Aye this the truth Dolly London on the track bitch! [Hook] (What you got?) Got London on da track bitch (London) Hell yeah, I'm a savage Pussy wet, fuck a pad you need some napkins Hit the club, get some ones, and make it tragic I'mma make it rain inside the club I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does [Verse: 1] I just do my thang in these streets, yah! I'm the biggest, toughest wildebeest All these starving niggas didn't come with a feast, yah! I'mma put a super charge in a caprice, yea! If you really havin' birds, lemme see yea! I just got a new iPhone and I ain't sync it So I might don't got your number If a nigga play, I might turn it like I channel Caught me banging with a red bandana Not no February scary bandana Yeah! don't get the scary bandana I just might blow on that ho, no candle No clothes baby that's my standards Jamaicans smoking on cabana Purp make me forgot I'm not having stamina Every Tuesday, I throw racks at amateurs [Hook] (What you got?) Got London on da track bitch (London) Hell yeah, I'm a savage Pussy wet, fuck a pad you need some napkins Hit the club, get some ones, and make it tragic I'mma make it rain inside the club I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does [Verse 2] Shoot a nigga down tragic, hold you number tragic Your momma a tragic, your daddy a tragic I pull up and trash shit, the whole bitty bastards All my crew like trashing, let them have it Wet his face no baptist, Lil' boy Larry Sit your little ass down like I used magic I got more wood than a fucking palace Dolly White told to me sit back, just point and laugh at These niggas and these bum bitches Porn bitches nigga come and get it Nigga if I make it rain, let these bitches get it I just want a long neck like a chicken, get it? Every YSL member get it I left weed in my fender, get it Bring a tender, you a member get it No puppet, no pretending I'mma fuckin menace [Hook] (What you got?) Got London on da track bitch (London) Hell yeah, I'm a savage Pussy wet, fuck a pad you need some napkins Hit the club, get some ones, and make it tragic I'mma make it rain inside the club I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does