R.I.P. to the women
R.I.P. to the feelings
R.I.P. to that lifestyle that blamed me for being in them
R.I.P. to the same niggas that switched up for my side
Cause they couldnt hold the truth so they sat back spinning lies
R.I.P. to the opp
R.I.P. to the Glock
R.I.P to they man when he was standing up on my block
Seen him talking to the old h**s so the n**a had to get dropped
Now you see the new me, now everybody getting
N**a get the f**k off my phone
Lets get it
Lets get it
Lets get it
Lets get it
Lets get it
Lets get it
Lets get it
Lets get it
RIP to that same n**a who stayed up on my d**k
Last man that spun a block, now look at him get stitched
Everyday got a new hoe, they end up getting switched
Lame niggas can't speak to em
Please excuse my French
R.I.P. he dead
R.I.P. he dead
R.I.P. he dead
Yeah, R.I.P. he dead
N**a thought that round here was sweet, n**a I'm kidding
Came with two FN's and five Glocks
Don't talk unless its business
Wait hold on
That's the same n**a talking shit
When I come around niggas get scared
Took one of my old h**s, oh well who cares
He cares, I'll tell that b**h she can go ahead, n**a farewell
That's your man that I'm smoking
I ain't leaving unless I'm toting
Niggas laughing but I ain't joking
Okay they think that I'm playing
Pull up with Choppas, I'll show what I'm saying
Gotta get mad like a n**a is Sayin
I got your girl she's singing to me, but little she know I don't do it for free
Call up a doctor that n**a is dead
Feel like I'm Carti, I only see red
Can't talk to you gotta pay me to speak
Four pockets full but I'm feeding the streets
She part of them so I'm giving her meat
R.I.P
R.I.P
Yeah your n**a dead
If your daddy wanna spin the block
We hit him in the head
