R.I.P'S ft. 700Cat Lyrics

Get wells soons turn to rips

If it's beef we ain't Gon fight he bleed

Young nigga heaven sent but I'm still fighting demons

This Glock Gon keep me safe this shit like my Jesus

Aye They say they Gon bury us they dont know we seeds

You either scam, play ball, rap or selling weed

Gangster shed tears I done really seen it

I'm dying behind mines yeah

I really mean it aye

Yahhhh

She shaking ass but she cannot read

Jit got a F&N dont even know his abc's

Nowadays you gotta shoot it's no more fights like creed

I gave her D and some roses now she on her knees

And she can grab the rake if she wanna leave

Queze still be rolling trees

Hate in the air I can't breathe

His dog turned out snake and put em 6 feet

Damn, I guess everything ain't what it seems

I can't wait until WE have that AP ON I'm still Gon keep my WEAPON

I'm on whatever he on, we roll with smith and Wessons take a trip to heaven

I'm big 8 Cat 9 lives but he throwing 7's

She know I'm gifted, but when we done get out my presence

Brodie dem Gon ride like Tesla's

No we can't settle for second

Ma I swear it's Gon be no more stressing

We Gon make it because This shit is Destined

Get wells soons turn to rips

If it's beef we ain't Gon fight he bleed

Young nigga heaven sent but I'm still fighting demons

This Glock Gon keep me safe this shit like my Jesus

Aye They say they Gon bury us they don't know we seeds

You either scam, play ball, rap or selling weed

Gangster shed tears I done really seen it

I'm dying behind mines yeah I really mean it aye

Yahhhh

Yellow sheets so he RIP'ed

No hallow tips boy these rip's

Crazy he smoking Steve now he on a Tee

And Yeen get back for Keem how it's up with me

I'm still rolling weed

Other fool lucky he made it through surgery

Big Dog status you know you look up to me

And it's fuck the other side we never squashing beef

Homicides when we ride pulling first degrees

Yo dawg died you survived you trying to make peace

It's other shit that's going on I can't even speak

Cause the Feds gone send a blitz if they hear a peek

Post a pic like I'm in Cali but I'm on a Tee

And everybody who you round don't wanna see you eat

100 Bands on my head Gon a get a blank receipt

Trying to creep?

Gone get you smushed like a bag of weed

And I been there before you know the code not to never speak

Omertà the code

Get wells soons turn to rips

If it's beef we ain't Gon fight he bleed

Young nigga heaven sent but I'm still fighting demons

This Glock Gon keep me safe this shit like my Jesus

Aye They say they Gon bury us they don't know we seeds

You either scam, play ball, rap or selling weed

Gangster shed tears I done really seen it

I'm dying behind mines yeah I really mean it aye

Yahhhh