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Isaiah Rashad - RIP Young Remix (feat. Project Pat & Juicy J) Visualizer
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaiah Rashad
Isaiah Rashad
Vocals
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
Isaiah Rashad
Isaiah Rashad
Songwriter
Kalon Berry
Kalon Berry
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Producer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Johnny Winik
Johnny Winik
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony Tiffith
Anthony Tiffith
Executive Producer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Booe
Aaron Booe
Sound Design
Teddy Walton
Teddy Walton
Sound Design
James Hunt
James Hunt
Mixing Engineer
Rory Behr
Rory Behr
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hundredth stone, I got peas, I got coke
When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine-hundredth stone, I got peas, I got coke
[Verse 1]
We work to work, you late to work
I holla and they send it
You know my plot was colder than Chicago in December
My bitch came up in Inglewood
Her mama was her daddy
And when I'm in the Midwest
She say holla at your family
My dog pass me that cup
Taste like candy, bitch
My dog out laying down the law
Ain't breaking no laws
Ain't serving out the rock
Southside still fuckin' in the car
Still flippin' in the car
Still shootin' out the car
Lil' hotbox smokin' our jar
Now I'm fuckin' on a star
Hold up, I got a call
[Chorus]
Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of **** doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot
[Verse 2]
Ain't tripping, I don't wanna lose count
Talking my shit
It was just us, bitch
Fuck it, I'll drive
Hop in my ride
Hand me that dutch, bitch
On the westside
On the 110
Swingin' my nuts
Fuck it, let's grill
Fuck it, let's spill
Spend a few crumbs
Pop smoke, pop shit, pop bitch
Young **** you pop too much
Spaceships, fake broke
Kanye, young **** don't stay too long
Big truck, big wheel, big wop
Them **** probably hate my guts
Tryna gain my trust
But it's all out of lust
[Refrain]
When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine-hundredth stone, I got peas, I got coke
When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine-hundredth stone, I got peas, I got coke
[Chorus]
Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of **** doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot
[Verse 3]
Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of **** doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot
[Outro]
I'm thugged out, ****, but I just seen a motherfuckin'
Rainbow, ****
I ain't that motherfuckin' thugged out, ****, that shit beautiful than a motherfucker
My baby mama probably at the end of that bitch with her gold diggin' ass, ****
Written by: I. McClain, Isiah Rashad Mcclain, Jordan Houston, K. Berry, P. Beauregard, Patrick Houston
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