Tragic Miah Kenzo (Ft. TaTa)

[Intro: Miah Kenzo & TaTa]
Ms Everything Ready, you heard
Grahh, like what?
Grahh, Damn
Grahh, Grahh

[Verse 1: Miah Kenzo]
In the streets, just promoting the violence
Don’t beef on the net, I just do shit in silence
Don’t wanna flex on you really, Ms. Got It
41k, but y’all niggas is hiding
I’m on hots, now I’m making shit public
Cane on my side so that go just start running
Like, y’all bitches are never on nothin’
Tired of talking, for what? Y’all is buggin’
Mr. Everything Deady, he be goin’ dumb
Ms. Everything Ready, just ready to dump
Put the heat to her head, now that bitch got a fever
Moving real militant, bitch I’m a reaper
When she seen me in person, hеr energy changed
Y’all bitchеs is never as tough as they claim
If she got a bestie that bitch gon’ get flamed
Now they all crying and stops in the rain
Talking that tough shit it’s gon get real treacherous
Knock that bitch out, like I be she won’t spin again
Talkin' 'bout guns, never rap what he live
Like, on bro niggas never slide shit
If she got a baby, I’m knocking out kids
Like, if it's beef, ain’t no rules in this bitch
That bitch is a internet demon, like
That’s why I don’t pay her no mind, bitch
She know that I’m quick to start geekin', like
Tight bitches just takin’ her spot
Fuck is a Flexo, that a whole shit fēnētō
Flexo K, we don’t fuck with them people
I’m not calling y’all back
We ain’t shooting a movie
Don’t care ‘bout the talking
I talk with my blick
I’m moving to wocky, they watchin my moves
If you got a bitch, then that bitch’ll get boomed
Like, want me to shake up the room
Like why you gon’ die ‘bout the deuce
Like, hold on, it’s getting real tragic
Don’t show no remorse, we gon’ let that bitch have it
Like why get a gun, but not blast it?
Like, y’all niggas is known for the lacking
Like, and I’m never lacking like what?
Keep me outside cause y’all bitches not tough