Tragic Lyrics – DudeyLo, COE Wiki

Read the full Tragic lyrics by DudeyLo and COE Wiki along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Dudeylo’s music, you can also explore Crash Out, another song by Dudeylo.

[Verse 1: DudeyLo]
Big .40, s*it’ll knock down a hippo
I’m getting crafty, I’m watching him get low
I’m in the back seat, this ain’t no taxi
I lift the clappy, I’m really a sicko
Put down the gun, n!gga, let’s do it
We can throw hands, let’s dance, no music
He got a gun, but he don’t use it
N!gga a clown, word to bro, that’s foolish
I done bent blocks, sent shots
Pushing took a whole lot just to get where I’m at
That was my brother, I’m talking my brother
That s*it break your heart when you fu*k with a rat
Talking to cops, I ain’t fu*king with that
Like, Glock 19, I was bugging with that
Touch one of mines, then we ready for war
Word to bro, n!ggas know that we coming right back

[Verse 2: COE Wiki]
Bow, bow
See s*it getting real
Gotta lace up your kicks if it feel
You not risking and flicking that what?
Word to bro, I stay flicking, don’t care for a deal
Up the street with the B, tryna show ‘em my skill
Protecting the P’s, told the bros, “Like, chill”
N!gga don’t wanna estimate heat
Cause he living, cause he put his fame to the side for a trill
We do the drilling, why would they play?
Fa should’ve spinned it, but now he an Ape
Free Eli Drako the Ape living great
Ain’t one-on-one time, straight punch in your face
Spinning on feet with the Ape for respect
Like, with the Ape gotta bang on his chest
Melly got cut, he got put to the test
If he throw up MB, I’m gon’ bang for the set

[Verse 3: DudeyLo]
How the fu*k could they play me?
I put points up, Tracy McGrady
School ’65, but in love with the AD
Free 2-3 zone, word the bro, he got wavy
Multiple times, multiple trips
Multiple opps, but that ended a grip
No more free SB, he crashed multiple whips
Front line every time, I was going to flick
N!gga, word to my dead
Like, Rah got shot, word to bro, I was holding my head
I ain’t wanna do it, but they got me fed
Like, fu*k Fatz, now I’m holding my chest
N!gga, suck my d!ck
I don’t even do this s*it, n!gga, fu*k these diss
We can link up, let’s dump our clips
Now we gonna see who worth this s*it, n!gga, word to my dead

[Verse 4: COE Wiki]
I see a Yuni acting hard on purpose
Fatz boy tagged up, (??), wasn’t worth it
What the fu*k happened to bro, he was perfect?
Shot hop out, tryna post a new current
Word to bro, I ain’t capping
Dudey, how many times it got tragic?
How much times did we go for a basket?
But they only see it, just hear what I’m rapping
You can’t walk in my shoes, it get different
I saw shh, back to back, yeah, he missing
He not here no more, n!gga finished
And Dudey like MJ, I guess I’m the Pippen
It’s that time of the week, start clicking
How much times you throw flickers (??)
Lil bro just went out on a mission
In less than five minutes, the opps already hittin’