RPD Lyrics

This is a certified hood classic

Trapaholics. Real trap shit

It's big Lope in this motherfucker, man

Big LDC gang shit, lil' bitch

I'm in the middle of the ocean, but I cannot swim

I ate that devil fruit, yeah

Smokin' on gas, inhalin' them hellish fumes, yeah

I'm in that Raptor truck, I'm goin' scoom

Close that door when you come up in that lil' trap

Yeah, that cash room

They in the back, they snortin' lines of that white up in that back room

Yeah, two white bitches, they suck it like vacuum

Yeah, what you knew? Yeah, lil' dope been doin' it too

Yeah, trappin' up out that bando, getting my loot

Yeah, Raptor truck to the stage

Yeah, I walk up on that bitch, I'm gettin' paid today

I'm smokin' on that gas all day, you know I had to take the reins

I take your bitch up out your arms, I take her to my place

She make a plate, kicked that bitch out

Yesterday, she needin' a place to stay

Feel like Fredo, yeah, I went and bought a big K

It's like they won't listen to you unless you say it a certain way

Lookin' at that phone in my hand like, damn, there's some stupid shit on the screen

I wrap me up my opp, yeah, like a burrito, bean and cheese

Smoke up on zaza, yeah, like Uncle Iroh with my tea

Where my opp at? Yeah, where his grave at? Yeah, I need to pee

Your bitch, she needin' me. Damn, ain't that just a shame

My G, yeah, I be what I be. I do what I does, cause it's Lope Dope, LDC

I land in L.A., yeah, yeah, them California dreams

California world, R.I.P. Lil' Peep

Yeah, I'm smokin' on G's for my G's

I almost fell, off Mr Freeze, I got that wrist on, yeah, that Cartier

My wrist on freeze, yeah, I woke up like I'm Carti

Yeah, I gotta get to my bag, my P's

Few blowers in that backseat, wrapped in sheets

Get them glizzies off them streets

Fresh and new like LG, I'm slangin', bangin' with the LMG

I'm up in World War 50 with my G's, yeah, with my fresh new RPD