R.I.P RELL ft. ThaSlime Lyrics

Id rather die inside the streets instead of that cell

Send yo brother straight to hell

We got tecs but aint no kel

I got niggas in that field playin seasons NFL

Spray that glock i bet he tell

Miss my dawg rip Rell

Brand new choppa big as hell

In that locker had a knife

Finna block her out of spite

Call my dawg say he gone strike

And a mac 10 with no sight

Call up shawty get me right

I like baddies but no type

He not shootin but he type

Turn to bosses overnight

Like her neck and imma bite

Like her wet dont like her dry

Fuck respect i get him fried

Brodie argue over flights

Shootin parties over stripes

I think them cartis overpriced

My niggas pull up and they shootin all night

We send niggas up and its something like a kite

They all goin blind think my chain is too bright

Talk out his top he get sketched onna bike

Run with some hitters they dont wanna fight

Speaking on me now we creep through the night

Catch em I kill him get hit with this pipe

Hispanic and Asian lil mama my type

Nigga ain't 6ix so we taking his stripes

Fucking for fame these hoes they ain't right

This ain't PH take yo ass to the site

Speak for no mic he get hit up real life

Painting my nails and she fucking on sight

All black nails black fit goth life

She want fuck wit me alright

Told that boy to pay on time

Fake ass chain cost about a dime

Start wit a L lil mama fine

I jus wanna make her mine yeah

Id rather die inside the streets instead of that cell

Send yo brother straight to hell

We got tecs but aint no kel

I got niggas in that field playin seasons NFL

Spray that glock i bet he tell

Miss my dawg rip Rell

Brand new choppa big as hell

In that locker had a knife

Finna block her out of spite