I go hard in the motherfuckin' paint, nigga
Let you stank it, nigga
What the * you thinkin', nigga?
Later
Hey, R.I.P.
Niggas goin' against the real
R.I.P.
Ayy, why you speakin' on that drill?
Ayy, R.I.P.
Nothin' to the pain, no longer feel
Ayy, R.I.P.
Enough of the fame and fairy tales
R.I.P.
Tell Fade and let the beat build
Ayy, R.I.P.
Ayy, niggas goin' against the real
Ayy, R.I.P.
Ayy, why you speakin' on that drill?
Ayy, R.I.P.
Nothin' to the pain, no longer feel
Ayy
Cancel Christmas, call 3 and Grinch
Hit him like an uppercut, let's see if he can take a hit
Don't need a detour to handle business, he will not exist
Hard in the paint, I'll bring some more Wacko
I'm speakin' on my dead homie's name, better watch your mouth
Pray I don't ever touch a nigga, down for some clout
You the type to tuck your bandana, let that flag out
Tryna toast *, I'm the type to let that flag out
*** two choppers from Moo House
Never wish jail on my enemies, let dude out
I ain't speakin' on the lick, I'll say it went wrong
They ain't think, I'll be crackin' this long
2-2-3's a heya, chinny, chin-chin gone
Members on the yard, I poke em up, who he snitch on
It's amazing when you see a killer went home
Hit a live member, don't let em lie to you
Niggas love talkin' bout Forrest till they die in him
Ayy, R.I.P.
Niggas goin' against the real
R.I.P.
Ayy, why you speakin' on that drill?
Ayy, R.I.P.
Nothin' to the pain, no longer feel
Ayy, R.I.P.
Enough of the fame and fairy tales
R.I.P.
Tell Faye to let the beat build
Ayy, R.I.P.
Ayy, niggas goin' against the real
Ayy, R.I.P.
Ayy, why you speakin' on that drill?
Ayy, R.I.P.
Nothin' to the pain, no longer feel
Went to war, could've retired from U.S. Marines
Knock em down like a tree branch
Blow like eggs to weed
Need a bitch to push her to the limit
Or she ain't my speed
John Madden call it a blitz
I ain't never judged her
Judge the fiends, got a quick fix
Niggas that do you like Mitch for just six bricks
I took Potter and Chanel off her wish list
Sharks in the pond, we want the big fish
Bloody scene, * sick
Paid lawyers, get the case dismissed
Floody mouth, bust down witch wrists
Made a career and still a risk it
For breakfast, I cook em and go get another biscuit
Once you see that white light, you can't resist it
Snakes in the grass, I can sense it
Go play with your bitch before hittin' her one mention
Drop em instant
A.R.
R.I.P.
With the scope
Hit em from a distance
Your soul will get lifted
R.I.P.
Niggas goin' against the real
R.I.P.
Why you speakin' on that drill?
R.I.P.
Nothin' to the pain, no longer feel
R.I.P.
Enough of the fame and fairy tales
R.I.P.
Tail faded, let the beat build
R.I.P.
Niggas goin' against the real
R.I.P.
Why you speakin' on that drill?
R.I.P.
Nothin' to the pain, no longer feel
R.I.P.