R.I.P'S (feat. 700Cat)

Get wells soons turn to rips If it's beef we ain't Gon fight he bleed Young nigga heaven sent but I'm still fighting demons This Glock Gon keep me safe this shit like my Jesus Aye They say they Gon bury us they dont know we seeds You either scam, play ball, rap or selling weed Gangster shed tears I done really seen it I'm dying behind mines yeah I really mean it aye Yahhhh She shaking ass but she cannot read Jit got a F&N dont even know his abc's Nowadays you gotta shoot it's no more fights like creed I gave her D and some roses now she on her knees And she can grab the rake if she wanna leave Queze still be rolling trees Hate in the air I can't breathe His dog turned out snake and put em 6 feet Damn, I guess everything ain't what it seems I can't wait until WE have that AP ON I'm still Gon keep my WEAPON I'm on whatever he on, we roll with smith and Wessons take a trip to heaven I'm big 8 Cat 9 lives but he throwing 7's She know I'm gifted, but when we done get out my presence Brodie dem Gon ride like Tesla's No we can't settle for second Ma I swear it's Gon be no more stressing We Gon make it because This shit is Destined Get wells soons turn to rips If it's beef we ain't Gon fight he bleed Young nigga heaven sent but I'm still fighting demons This Glock Gon keep me safe this shit like my Jesus Aye They say they Gon bury us they don't know we seeds You either scam, play ball, rap or selling weed Gangster shed tears I done really seen it I'm dying behind mines yeah I really mean it aye Yahhhh Yellow sheets so he RIP'ed No hallow tips boy these rip's Crazy he smoking Steve now he on a Tee And Yeen get back for Keem how it's up with me I'm still rolling weed Other fool lucky he made it through surgery Big Dog status you know you look up to me And it's f*ck the other side we never squashing beef Homicides when we ride pulling first degrees Yo dawg died you survived you trying to make peace It's other shit that's going on I can't even speak Cause the Feds gone send a blitz if they hear a peek Post a pic like I'm in Cali but I'm on a Tee And everybody who you round don't wanna see you eat 100 Bands on my head Gon a get a blank receipt Trying to creep? Gone get you smushed like a bag of weed And I been there before you know the code not to never speak Omertà the code Get wells soons turn to rips If it's beef we ain't Gon fight he bleed Young nigga heaven sent but I'm still fighting demons This Glock Gon keep me safe this shit like my Jesus Aye They say they Gon bury us they don't know we seeds You either scam, play ball, rap or selling weed Gangster shed tears I done really seen it I'm dying behind mines yeah I really mean it aye Yahhhh