RIP (feat. Offset)

Motherfuck them **** and what they say 'bout me

You do too much talkin', you a Fed, prolly

Drive-by in my pocket, got them dead bodies

My Goyard look like morgue, that's them dead bodies

R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P

Thirty thousand, I just hit for three

R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P

Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free

R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P

I'm in that foreign, that's like sixty G's

R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P

Dead prezis, I'm on a killin' spree

Killin' spree, covered in Supreme

Strapped with a beam with them racks all in my jeans

Brand new Benz, that's a hundred G's

If I drop twenty, I most likely hit for three

Foreign keys, droppin' the top when I hop in the Bentley

I'm taking the doors off the Lamb', these **** be hatin', they say that it's rented

Overseas

.38 Baby, deposit, they sent it

I'm takin' off twenty three

No Michael Jordan, I cover myself in Givenchy

I do too much flexin', what the say about me

Ooh, dead prezis in my pocket, that's your head prolly

He do too much talkin', he on meds prolly

But I'm screamin' "Fuck them **** and what they say 'bout me," 'cause I'm steady hollerin'

R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P

Thirty thousand, I just hit for three

R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P

Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free

R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P

I'm in that foreign, that's like sixty G's

R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P

Dead prezis, I'm on a killin' spree

Catch him down bad, he sleep, stankin' bodies out here reek

Black coupe look like Deacons, gang full of hyenas

Sippin' on drink, I'm gettin' paranoid, what's that noise?

Fuckin' on somebody bitch tonight, it's yours, is it yours?

Smokin' on cookie blunts so much, you smellin' it out my pores

I got this stick on me now and I don't wanna shoot, but you feelin' the sword

MC Hammer like Thor, she wanna fuck, sure

I shit on you, cow manure, empty my clip and my wrists are sore, we want action

All my **** in the field, ****, what's happenin?

Laws of attraction

Hit him with the butt of a steel like I'm baseball battin'

Never subtractin'

P-90 hit, no kick, it split and turn your ass to a fraction

My wrist is lit, I'm Mr. Drippy-Drip, I've givin' out glasses

R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P

Thirty thousand, I just hit for three

R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P

Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free

R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P

I'm in that foreign, that's like sixty G's

R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P

Dead prezis, I'm on a killin' spree