r.i.p. loVerboy Lyrics

Sipping too much out the cup, I can't even taste none

I just smoked a whole zip, you can't even face none

You be worried bout the hoes, you ain't even chasing none

Bout to head out of state, gotta do a cake run

R.I.P. to lover boy, I ain't even got a heart

Rollin' up Mary Jane, grabbed a lighter bout to spark

Couldn't see us in the whip, 5% and it's dark

I can tell you how to win but I don't even wanna start

Breaking down the weed, putting pain in the blunt

Don't try to throw a fist, cause I'm active with the guns

Shit talkin' kinda stink, man a nigga got the runs

Tryna go out with your friend But you ain't even got the funds

(Damn, bitch) Damn, bitch, Like how you broke

Last time you said you had a couple dollars when we spoke

Told her I ain't MJ cause she calling me the GOAT

Need to get me a drum for the Glock, I'm a tote (Boom)

Said you want beef, get a grill we can smoke

I ain't waiting on the beef, see me knocking at the door (I'm here)

Aim the Glocky at his head, got him dropping to the floor

Then I made this punk ass go get a wood from the store

Shooting tracers out the Glock, better get the fuck down

Coming back from Detroit, I just got a whole pound

Put your trust in a thot but she fucked the whole town

I can't wait to cop a cat, cause I like the way it sound

Speeding off in that thing, see you in my rear view

Niggas like a fishbowl, I can see right through

Fat nigga, man I got a whole folder for the food

Niggas buying shitty weed, you got a quarter for the two

Lowest price that you getting is a quarter for the five

Glock handy, I don't gotta worry about it with the guys

If I see it, I'ma grab it like a tag for the size

All the diamonds in this patty, I can't even see the time

Lights show, it get brighter when I'm holding up my wrist

Yeah she like when I'm aggressive, ripping rags off the bitch

Stack it up, I can put it to my ear like a brick

Loading up, bout to throw a Hail Mary for the six

Squaring up, at the line like I'm about to shoot a three

Never a rat but I'm always on the grind chasing cheese

Give me her throat and her tongue leaving bitches on they knees

Why the fuck you wearing shoes when they busting out the seams

Oh, you gotta take it back, I see you didn't pay the lease

This a brand new fit, you can see it by the crease

You ain't ate in a week, nigga why you living cheap

Niggas talking hella loud, made me get up from my seat

Damn, like what the fuck is going on

Jack jumping, man the feins really blowing up the phone

Had to ask her for a break, I was stroking kinda long

Read him like karaoke, Niggas better sing along