RIP Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Goin live right now man

(Turn me up Sprt)

Aye, I know you heard of me, come through

Murder scene, body bag, toe tag, RIP (RIP)

Aye, you ain't gang, can't come around, man who put you down

Rookie of the year, yeah you know that I need the crown

I know you heard of me, come through

Murder scene, body bag, toe tag, RIP (RIP)

Aye, you ain't gang, can't come around, man who put you down

Rookie of the year, yeah you know that I need the crown

Man, this shit too easy, y'all need me

Sing to her like breezy, then add it up, it's a three-peat

That's how things get done up, shit not sweet, don't run up

Yeah, we stay down for the come up

Tables turn, bridges burn, lessons learned

Damn, I can not fuck

With all that cap shit y'all got going on

Can't let it fly on my song

Damn, summer here turn the heat on

Shouldn't have to wait her theme song

This is my time, nigga, dream on

It's an upset, I ain't signed yet, let it digest

Woo, making progress

In a few months, I chose best, it's nothing less

Put em all to rest, this is good riddance

Keep them at a distance, don't even call

Got them too involved, too much state

A lot on my plate, please fix your face

I'ma be here for a while

I know you heard of me, come through

Murder scene, body bag, toe tag, R.I.P (RIP)

Aye, you ain't gang, can't come around

Man, who put you down

Rookie of the year, yeah, you know that I need a crown

I know you heard of me, come through

Murder scene, body bag, toe tag, R.I.P

Aye, you ain't gang, can't come around

Man, who put you down

Rookie of the year, yeah, you know that I need a crown

Yeah, we deep, it's a crew of us, she choosing up

My bitch bad with a big butt

These other hoes don't get touch

Pass around for a quick nut, she seeing green, that real bucks

Stop flexing like you can't get touched, you keeping up

Man, I'm in New Haven, who DN up

It's a sweep up, I'm too clutch

Fuck em, dawg, they dead, straight for the head, no legs

All y'all hoes on read, I'm too far, can't stop

Making my way to the top, I ain't doing no tick-tock

Step in the booth, get dropped, step in the booth, get

Damn, I chose best, it's nothing less

Put em all to rest, it's good riddance

Gotta keep the distance, run these verses like suicides

I don't know why y'all look surprised

Now my hooks got em hypnotized

Come peek inside, you can look inside

I'm in Roc Nation with a suit and tie

Ayy, I know you heard of me, come through

Murder scene, body bag, toe tag, R.I.P (RIP)

Ayy, you ain't gang, can't come around

Man, who put you down

Rookie of the year, yeah, you know that I need a crown

I know you heard of me, come through

Murder scene, body bag, toe tag, R.I.P (RIP)

Ayy, you ain't gang, can't come around

Man, who put you down

Rookie of the year, yeah, you know that I need a crown