Young Thug — Tragic Freestyle

[Intro] Supah Mario Yeah Aahhh I just wanna be me, can I? Okay, listen to it [Verse 1] Tragic, all my niggas robbin', baskin' Action, cameras, lights, dancin' Actually I'm so clean I should be in someone's casket My money not average Pull up on your daughter in the Aston on Davins Migos right behind me and they dippin' and dabbin' I just pour the 8 inside of cranberry raspberry Guwop put me onto that, yeah, free him to be exact I just seen my priest, I got some B's on me like Da Brat Toe jam massacre, shoot up out the Cadillac All we know is abstract Yellow diamonds on me, bitches screamin' "Where the cab at?" Hopped up in that bitch and told them "Take me where the Ave at" Call 'em hyenas, cuz the pussy niggas laughin' Twelve took my gun, so i might just gon' and stab that Money so tall like a muh'fucking giraffe neck We party hard, where the fuck is RiFF RAFF at? [Interlude 1] Oh my God we party motherfuckin animals, you know what I'm sayin'? Aye somebody call RiFF RAFFF and tell him to bring me some muh'fuckin molly I just want to get geeked out tonight, you know what I'm sayin' I wanna smoke me some backwoods with that good-good Scooter on the way to serve me a bag too, I swear to God No cap [Bridge 1] No cap, no Jeff (Ayy) These niggas flexin, they don't got no cap left (Ayy) I got some marble floors they heat up on the steps (Hey) And I'ma ball to my very last breath (Hey, heyy) A hundred thousand on some shoes, watch your step (Hey) I don't wear Nike's but I'm gon do it to death (Oh hey) She'll never say no, yeah yeah (Hey, hey) [Verse 2] Mitsubishi with a lot of chickens (Skrt, skrt, skrt) That ass fat, she get all the whippings A nigga play with YSL they get a lot of fullies (Slime) I spent five hundred thousand on some YSL hoodies (Woo) And they only for the faculty (what) Bitch I got it bad, I'm not average Mix that actavis with green, nigga pretty please Turn the tide, nigga lean, nigga leanie lean And I know its just a dream, it's a bigger league Bit back up and I'm so clean, John F. Kennedy Ten thousand dollars on a mirror 'cause it's vanity (What?) I just gotta him in the pen, now he's small again I'm never sorry that I smoked him, hope he die again I gave my clothes to a junkie when my trial end I been fresh and I will never never need a stylist I kick that pussy bitch out, wildin' [Interlude 2] Udigg what I just said? Udigg what I just said man? I don't think they digg what I said, you know? They simple minded, so I know they don't digg I know they don't understand what I'm sayin', so Listen I said I kicked a bitch out, wildin', hah! [Bridge 2] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah (Thugger Thugger) Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Thugger, beast, nigga [Verse 3] Beast mode, that cheat code 530 keep those How the fuck you let me doze off and where'd the freaks go? She said she kicked them bitches out, they tryna leach, woah I'm like, "What the fuck's the difference? Bitch you leach more" Credit card, bitch I'm slime like D'bo I told him keep his eye on her she's a creep hoe She know if I ever pour it up it's at least fo' I'm like monkey hoe, bitch freeze tho Moari gators with a linen suit Hunnid racks inside it, I'ma show you what them skinners do Run up trynna take it I'ma show you what the semi do I just wanted to nut, baby girl I'm never feelin' you No I'm never feelin' you Waitin' on you to get wrong, so lil Dolly can come drillin' you If you got them racks, baby girl you know I'm feelin' you You got some appeal in you, and you lost your ceiling too Big dinosaur B, baby girl, I'm billin' you [Outro] Let that motherfucker breath, you know? This is YSL This is who you love This is who you need