#RIPKEED Lyrics

I'm out in Smithfield with a Wesson

Got caught and still ain't learn my lesson

You know that we ain't never stressin'

First day out I book me a session

I do all this shit for my brethren

We just tryna get in the heaven

You gotta look out for them demons

When you havin' blessings on blessings

When you get rich they gon' try to take you back

The public schools they never tell us that

I guess that's why they call it trap or trap

We standin' outside yellin' super slaps

I'm goin', I'm blowin', I'm throwin' racks

that Rari, that Lam, I'm stayin' relaxed

My family, my men, they all need a stack

But damn I got Uncle Sam on my back

No, I am not done, get me a tequila, yeah I am the one

Free the amigos until it's undone, smoke on the same trees that niggas was hung from

Make a call and they get it done, you cannot hide, no you can't run

.223 shots get as hot as the sun where I'm from

You can't leave your house without one