Vern (RIP Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
The CRMSYN chin?
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If you trying to see a dead body then come take a look
You don't want be on the internet magazine n*gga
You better off go read a book
Pull on they block and they shook but they shoulda expected that sh*t
Feel like shookin’ that boy on the left that you hit
Got that wood on the AK, the TEC wit' the grip
Blowing this b*tch like a Ref with a whistle I'm p*ssed
RIP, RIP
b*tch ass n*gga tombstone read RIP
b*tch ass n*gga in the stu get hot, ain’t get sh*t, then try cook up a hit
Aye come look at this sh*t, gotta be more than this
He gon' get himself killed tryin' to record a diss
Somebody tell shorty take care of his family n*gga don't wanna die before his kids
Aye, RIP, RIP
b*tch ass n*gga tombstone read RIP
RIP, RIP
Say he in his bag, in the bag he a zip
If he in the whip, then it flip
If he in the crib, it's a hit
But if he outside, he a trip
Dat boy talkin' like he can eat bullet but ain't have it on 'em when that n*gga die he a b*tch
If you trying to see a dead body then come take a look
You don’t want be on the internet magazine n*gga
You better off go read a book
Pull on they block and they shook but they shoulda expected that sh*t
Feel like shookin’ that boy on the left that you hit
Got that wood on the AK, the TEC wit' the grip
Blowing this b*tch like a Ref with a whistle I’m p*ssed
If you ain't ready don't hop in these streets boy
N if you ain't heavy don’t hop in this beef
f*ckin' with Yac that's a shot in the dark
Not f*ckin' with me like a shark in the deep
I ain't got no advice, I just advise n*ggas watch how you be talking to me
I'm smoking a lot but I try to keep peace
I keep to my peace till I'm deceased
Aye twenty sum shots in the back of the vehicle
I kept on blowing I couldn't even see the dude
I had to hop out on feet when I pop out I gotta leave blood in the street
Aye n I gotta f*ck up the beat
We make a n*gga face look unbelievable
He ain't identify can't even see the dude
I walk up snatch your soul like a reaper do
I kept on blowing I couldn't even see the dude
Aye he ain't identify can't even see the dude
Aye I kept on blowing I couldn't even see the dude
He ain't identify can't even see the dude
Hollow tips punching your skin like a needle do
Walk up and snatch up your soul like the reaper do
Aye, RIP, RIP
b*tch ass n*gga tombstone read RIP
RIP, RIP
Say he in his bag, in the bag he a zip
If he in the whip, then it flip
If he in the crib, it's a hit
But if he outside, he a trip
Dat boy talkin' like he can eat bullet but ain't have it on 'em when that n*gga die he a b*tch