RIP (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: 70th Street Carlos]
Out here thuggin'
When youout here thuggin’ (Bang bang)
It's consequences when you out here thuggin'
Bang, look, Glock, ooh, bang

[Verse 1: 70th Street Carlos & 1TakeJay]
It’s consequences when you out here thuggin'
n*gga full of H, poppin' pills, out here druggin'
RIP to that lil' n*gga that got killed for nothin'
You havin' fun, feelin' good, then all of the sudden
Brrah-bah-bah, RIP to that lil’ n*gga that got killed for nothin’
n*gga won on the dice and he got killed for hustling
These n*ggas out here, they ain't right, I can smell them, they musty
Smile in your face and stab you in the back, they can’t be trusted
Want me now, but where you was when I was broke and dusty?
And I don't wanna f*ck but baby, you can suck me
Gettin' head loaded, full of syrup, watching Chuckie
Up in the Rover with a big one, feelin' like Puffy
I don’t know how you be goin' but I be goin' duffy
If you play with one of mine, then it's no discussion
Yeah, n*gga, I ain't lyin', in broad day, we bustin'
Big ass rod on my hip and it came from Russians
Yeah, that's that smoke, uh-huh
And we got that gas, when you hit that sh*t, you choke, look
What you laughin' at? n*gga, this is not a joke (Wait, hol' up)
Hit him with that b*tch's body, gon' lock like he caught a score
[Verse 2: 1TakeJay]
I go stupid, dumb, and retarded on your b*tch ass
Gas a n*gga up like I just farted on your b*tch ass
Lonzo Ball, ball hard, b*tch, I'm ballin' on your b*tch ass
In the back of the club, feelin' on your b*tch ass
If he sneak diss me, he gon' end up on a t-shirt
Whoop a n*gga feet 'til his motherf*ckin' feet hurt
Why your jewelry changing colors like it's motherf*cking Easter?
You ain't in the streets, you a motherf*cking Tweeter
Ridin' through your hood like I'm from that b*tch
Keep playin' with me like my ex, I'ma dump that b*tch
She ain't have no ass, so I had to front that b*tch
But if she cheat on me, on gang, I'ma stomp that b*tch
I like a ghetto big booty b*tch from the East Side
Long weave, nails done, b*tch, you might could be mine
Free Greedo, I'm a dancing ass n*gga, watch me G Slide
She a project b*tch but don't suck di*k, she gets the peace sign
Ayy, deuces, b*tch, that mean goodbye to all my haters
You big mad, you makin' noodles, b*tch, I made The Fader
Bet a hundred, shoot a ten or four straight to the fader
But if I lose? Best believe I'm takin' out my anger
Walk up on a n*gga like I'm Walker, Texas Ranger
Bang bang, do a hit, and now that's another banger
Didn't your mama tell your stupid ass don't walk up on no strangers?
Wet him up and leave his ass to dry like I'm a hanger
[Outro: 1TakeJay]
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh, ooh
Wait, hol' up
We just turned this b*tch up