R.I.P

R.I.P. to the women R.I.P. to the feelings R.I.P. to that lifestyle that blamed me for being in them R.I.P. to the same niggas that switched up for my side Cause they couldnt hold the truth so they sat back spinning lies R.I.P. to the opp R.I.P. to the Glock R.I.P to they man when he was standing up on my block Seen him talking to the old hoes so the nigga had to get dropped Now you see the new me, now everybody getting Nigga get the f*ck off my phone Lets get it Lets get it Lets get it Lets get it Lets get it Lets get it Lets get it Lets get it RIP to that same nigga who stayed up on my dick Last man that spun a block, now look at him get stitched Everyday got a new hoe, they end up getting switched Lame niggas can't speak to em Please excuse my French R.I.P. he dead R.I.P. he dead R.I.P. he dead Yeah, R.I.P. he dead Nigga thought that round here was sweet, nigga I'm kidding Came with two FN's and five Glocks Don't talk unless its business Wait hold on That's the same nigga talking shit When I come around niggas get scared Took one of my old hoes, oh well who cares He cares, I'll tell that bitch she can go ahead, nigga farewell That's your man that I'm smoking I ain't leaving unless I'm toting Niggas laughing but I ain't joking Okay they think that I'm playing Pull up with Choppas, I'll show what I'm saying Gotta get mad like a nigga is Sayin I got your girl she's singing to me, but little she know I don't do it for free Call up a doctor that nigga is dead Feel like I'm Carti, I only see red Can't talk to you gotta pay me to speak Four pockets full but I'm feeding the streets She part of them so I'm giving her meat R.I.P R.I.P Yeah your nigga dead If your daddy wanna spin the block We hit him in the head