R.I.P Love
Got a tombstone with a name on it
It say R.I.P love
Whoa
Keep that 40 I can't leave without it
Incase they tryna creep up
No
Hate the fact that I can say a couple niggas changed on me
Dark cloud on my head they just watched rain on me
Long nights in the stu stuck on a grind by my lonley
One to many times he cross that line we bang on him
Had to open up a saving to much in my bank account
Dripped off in designer wearing clothes that I even pronounce
Glock off on my dash board
Praying I don't crash lord
Running round the neighborhood they label us as bad boys
Abusing all these drugs I'm dealing with pain I ain't ask for
Tryna walk up on the lot get a whip and pay cash for it
Why the fuck you hit my line
Swear that I was doing fine
I been stuck up on a grind
I can't waist no time
Yea I'm still the same nigga post up in a white-T
Skinny jeans, fitted hat
Neck froze icy
40 Flash like cameras off of TMZ
Deleting all my enemies
Next is my inner me
You feeling me
Just hope you inner stand
Younging made it out the jungle wasn't part of the plan
Seen the news catching blues when I lost my man
See that nigga out in public leave him where he stand
Bitch I'm from Atlanta-stan
Got a tombstone with a name on it
It say R.I.P love
Whoa
Keep that 40 I can't leave without it
Incase they tryna creep up
No
Hate the fact that I can say a couple niggas changed on me
Dark cloud on my head they just watched rain on me
Long nights in the stu stuck on a grind by my lonley
One to many times he cross that line we bang on him
It say R.I.P love
Whoa
Keep that 40 I can't leave without it
Incase they tryna creep up
No
Hate the fact that I can say a couple niggas changed on me
Dark cloud on my head they just watched rain on me
Long nights in the stu stuck on a grind by my lonley
One to many times he cross that line we bang on him
Had to open up a saving to much in my bank account
Dripped off in designer wearing clothes that I even pronounce
Glock off on my dash board
Praying I don't crash lord
Running round the neighborhood they label us as bad boys
Abusing all these drugs I'm dealing with pain I ain't ask for
Tryna walk up on the lot get a whip and pay cash for it
Why the fuck you hit my line
Swear that I was doing fine
I been stuck up on a grind
I can't waist no time
Yea I'm still the same nigga post up in a white-T
Skinny jeans, fitted hat
Neck froze icy
40 Flash like cameras off of TMZ
Deleting all my enemies
Next is my inner me
You feeling me
Just hope you inner stand
Younging made it out the jungle wasn't part of the plan
Seen the news catching blues when I lost my man
See that nigga out in public leave him where he stand
Bitch I'm from Atlanta-stan
Got a tombstone with a name on it
It say R.I.P love
Whoa
Keep that 40 I can't leave without it
Incase they tryna creep up
No
Hate the fact that I can say a couple niggas changed on me
Dark cloud on my head they just watched rain on me
Long nights in the stu stuck on a grind by my lonley
One to many times he cross that line we bang on him
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Writer(s): Ramir Bumpus
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