R.I.P Lyrics

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 hoes so the nigga had to get dropped

Now you see the new me, now everybody getting

Nigga get the fuck 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 nigga who stayed up on my dick

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

Nigga thought that round here was sweet, nigga I'm kidding

Came with two FN's and five Glocks

Don't talk unless its business

Wait hold on

That's the same nigga talking shit

When I come around niggas get scared

Took one of my old hoes, oh well who cares

He cares, I'll tell that bitch she can go ahead, nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga dead

If your daddy wanna spin the block

We hit him in the head