R.I.P. (feat. 42 Dugg) - Remix
Damn it, Franchise, you did it again
Iceberg want a bag, bitch
Why these niggas payin' for attention?
Puttin' me in they mentions
Playin' like we don't stand on business
All the opps been missin'
Bag on my head, come get it
Better not be no less than fifty
Better send your best to get me
Guaranteed he restin' with me
Can't lie, I'm 3D high
Can't let a nigga rest in peace me
Can't fuck with me in the streets
So they try their best to diss me
Them niggas round ain't even your niggas
Right price, I'll have 'em flip you
Every week, youngin got a new pistol
Smashed, he don't give a fuck who with you
Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin'
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy
Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Poppa out no less than fifty
Poppa out, don't think he slippin'
3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin'
Can't let a nigga rest in peace
Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain't goin' out behind these bitches
You'll die before I let you trick me
And you ain't the one doin' the killin'
Let me hush, I'ma mind me business
I don't need another nigga ridin' with me
Just me, Luh Quez, and that Glizzy
I been fuckin' them out all morning
Thought you'd be happy as me
It's six years straight, no visits
Who the fuck thought I had people?
Bitch know she seen me callin'
Two weeks, no pal, I lost it
Young dawg in the hood too often
Being a real nigga just might cost him
Make sense, I got this money
Still kept it real, can't take that from me
Red Hell cat on the dash 220
All them nights you left a nigga to starve I won't forget
I see you in your feelings that I finally got the bitch
You know I hang with killers, everybody trained to blitz
Everybody on go
Free my nigga, I can't wait 'til they all get home
Prefer to do it with you, I can't do this shit alone
Mama steady
Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin'
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy
Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Poppa out no less than fifty
Poppa out, don't think he slippin'
3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin'
Can't let a nigga rest in peace
Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain't goin' out behind these bitches
You'll die before I let you trick me
And you ain't the one doin' the killin'
Let me hush, I'ma mind me business
I don't need another nigga ridin' with me
Just me, Luh Quez, and that Glizzy
Iceberg want a bag, bitch
Why these niggas payin' for attention?
Puttin' me in they mentions
Playin' like we don't stand on business
All the opps been missin'
Bag on my head, come get it
Better not be no less than fifty
Better send your best to get me
Guaranteed he restin' with me
Can't lie, I'm 3D high
Can't let a nigga rest in peace me
Can't fuck with me in the streets
So they try their best to diss me
Them niggas round ain't even your niggas
Right price, I'll have 'em flip you
Every week, youngin got a new pistol
Smashed, he don't give a fuck who with you
Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin'
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy
Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Poppa out no less than fifty
Poppa out, don't think he slippin'
3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin'
Can't let a nigga rest in peace
Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain't goin' out behind these bitches
You'll die before I let you trick me
And you ain't the one doin' the killin'
Let me hush, I'ma mind me business
I don't need another nigga ridin' with me
Just me, Luh Quez, and that Glizzy
I been fuckin' them out all morning
Thought you'd be happy as me
It's six years straight, no visits
Who the fuck thought I had people?
Bitch know she seen me callin'
Two weeks, no pal, I lost it
Young dawg in the hood too often
Being a real nigga just might cost him
Make sense, I got this money
Still kept it real, can't take that from me
Red Hell cat on the dash 220
All them nights you left a nigga to starve I won't forget
I see you in your feelings that I finally got the bitch
You know I hang with killers, everybody trained to blitz
Everybody on go
Free my nigga, I can't wait 'til they all get home
Prefer to do it with you, I can't do this shit alone
Mama steady
Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin'
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy
Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Poppa out no less than fifty
Poppa out, don't think he slippin'
3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin'
Can't let a nigga rest in peace
Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain't goin' out behind these bitches
You'll die before I let you trick me
And you ain't the one doin' the killin'
Let me hush, I'ma mind me business
I don't need another nigga ridin' with me
Just me, Luh Quez, and that Glizzy
Credits
Writer(s): Janarious Mykel Wheeler, Kelton Lanier Scott Ii, Dylan J. Berg
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