RIP Nip Lyrics

This my victory lap, RIP Nip

All my racks blue, but I ain't throwing crip

Shit I aint throwing nothin

But cash at these hoes by the dozen

Back then we couldn't relate

But now everybody my cousin

At least that's what they saying

But me nigga ion know Nathan

I'm in uncharted lands

Tryna level the field we be playing

Run up on me and blam

He movin fishy he canned

These boys don't like green

But shit I feel like Sam I Am

I feel like the Grinch

Cause really I'm not a fan

I feel like Popeye tryna get to this spinach

That deposit hit and I'm feelin' replenished

Tryna run into Ari when I hit up Lennox

Gotta get some new linen

Chrome Heart my denim

Amiri my sneakers that's just how I'm feelin

I'm in my bag they screaming ooh kill em

Niggas not seein me like we in Pillham

They actin gangsta know we finna grill em

He popped a bean now we finna spill him

Take him out this world like goodbye and good riddance

RIP Juice man that nigga was spittin'

Killin' the freestyles ain't need that shit written

We know the good die young

But that don't make it easy

That's why I keep my gun

Cause this world really sleazy

This my victory lap, RIP Nip

All my racks blue, but I ain't throwing crip

Shit I aint throwing nothin

But cash at these hoes by the dozen

Back then we couldn't relate

But now everybody my cousin

At least that's what they saying

But me nigga ion know Nathan

I'm in uncharted lands

Tryna level the field we be playin

Run up on me and blam

He movin fishy he canned

These boys don't like green

But shit I feel like Sam I Am

I feel like the Grinch

Cause really I'm not a fan

I can tell if it's fabricated

Way they lying got ask who raised em

How you take pride in fakin

It ain't real you won't hear me say it

And I stay with a new era

Still never cap y'all should do better

Can't chase a bitch only blue cheddar

But yo girl made me her new header

She said that I get her way wetter

Shawty heart cold but you still sweat her

Have some self respect

Gotta love ya self

Before you try to go and get it somewhere else

I paved a way

I took my steps

I dug into the darkest depths

Where I reside

I saw the pain up in my eyes

Permanently traumatized

By yellow tape and glock 9's

Now I see no stop signs

I gotta go

Like adios I'm on the road

I'm on a roll

Chasin goals

I'm making goals

He wanted smoke

We facing those

Replacing hoes

They get too bold

I get em gone

Can't hit my line

Can't hit my phone

She honor roll need the dome

Then send her home

Know what I'm on I'm in my zone

This my victory lap, RIP Nip

All my racks blue, but I ain't throwing crip

Shit I aint throwing nothin

But cash at these hoes by the dozen

Back then we couldn't relate

But now everybody my cousin

At least that's what they saying

But me nigga ion know Nathan

I'm in uncharted lands

Tryna level the field we be playin

Run up on me and blam

He moving fishy he canned

These boys don't like green

But shit I feel like Sam I Am

I feel like the Grinch

Cause really I'm not a fan