Video Tragic de Young Thug 2025 Cristiana Lyrics

Young Thug - Tragic Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
(London on the track, bitch)
Hahahahaha
Ayy, this the truth
Dolly (London on the track, bitch)
Uh (What you got?)

[Chorus]
Got London on the 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'ma make it rain inside the club
I'ma pop some bottles, make her bub'
Homie, I'm not lookin' at her
Baby, I do it just like I does

[Verse 1]
I just do my thang in these streets, yeah
I'm the biggest toughest wildebeest
All these starvin' niggas, didn't come with a feast, yeah
I'ma put a super charge in a caprice, yeah
If you really havin' birds, let me see, yeah
I just got a new iPhone and I didn't sync it
So I might don't got your number
If a nigga play, I might turn it like a channel
I be bangin' with a red bandana
Not no February scary bandana
Yeah, don't get discouraged bandana
I just might blow on that ho, no candle
No clothes, baby, that's my standards
Jamaicans smokin' on cabana
Purp make me fuck all night, I'm havin' stamina
Every Tuesday I throw racks at amateurs (What you got?)
[Chorus]
Got London on the 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'ma make it rain inside the club
I'ma pop some bottles, make her bub
Homie, I'm not lookin' 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 trashin', 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 fuckin' 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 pretendin', I'ma fuckin' menace (What you got?)
[Chorus]
Got London on the 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'ma make it rain inside the club
I'ma pop some bottles, make her bub
Homie, I'm not lookin' at her
Baby, I do it just like I does