#ripbozo (cypher) lyrics

[Chorus: Caponeti]
I-I-I heard that he's p*ssed off, he can cry about it
He talking sh*t 'bout me, you don't wanna die about it
And that b*tch think he tough, think he got power
b*tch put the phone down, g-go take a shower
We can't have a problem unless it's I-R-L
Right now I'm 'bout to book a flight like I might as well
b*tch f*ck yo dead homie, brand new pack, new smell
And y'all used to be in VC, damn, oh well
Like RIP (RIP b*tch)
RIP b*tch (RIP b*tch)
RIP b*tch (RIP b*tch)
RIP b*tch, RIP dumb b*tch

[Verse 1: Novastein]
Why you talkin' on my name? You can hold my di*k
I don't care about your dead, they can rest in p*ss
Yeah, I'm counting up the bread, you can't get like this
In the VC with Caponeti, that's my evil twin
I got kt in this pack
Last n*gga triеd to doxx me, now we found out wherе he at
We know where you stay, we not playing games
Pop-out with the AR or the Glock, we let it bang

[Verse 2: Goony]
RIP to my opps, 'cause they all f*cking dead
I got gas in my blunt so we smoking 'til the end
Yeah, I don't need no friends, and my brothers in a Benz
I'm with Cap, we gon' win, yeah, this sh*t will never end
[Verse 3: p3rk]
Tried to run up on me, told him he can rest in peace
I just stack up on my racks and I smoke up on my green
Better not catch you saying sh*t about me if you do not mean it
He said he gon' bring me down, I tore him into pieces

[Verse 4: Yung Keeta]
Choppa with extensions
Heard he made a diss, he just playin' for attention
So down bad, tryna get up in my mentions
All up on my Johnny, she got evil intentions
[?] down, underground, but we goin' up
I don't even know you baby girl, like why you showin' love?
Baby won't you stay for a minute? Bands runnin' up
I be in the cut, I'm with Cap, said we goin' dumb

[Verse 5: S1dia]
Y-y-yeah, word to my Timbs, yeah, I'm goin' up
Got two twin choppas on me and they goin' dumb
I got all of your exes in my DMs and they showin' love
She want my heart, I finesse and then I dip, yeah, I'm going ghost
She got me blocked, yeah, she mad at me
Talkin' down, we gon' slide up with the 223s
With my hounds, yeah, we barkin' up your tree
Blowing up your block with the RPG
She got me blocked, yeah, she mad at me
Talkin' down, take you down easy like ABC
With my hounds, yeah, we barkin' up your tree
Blowing up your block with the RPG
[Verse 6: Baby9]
I don't need a gun, put his name in my death note
Heard he talking sh*t, now he rest in p*ss, bozo
Fvtal in the back fully loaded, we on go mode
f*cking with hellbound, he know that's a no-no

[Verse 7: Fvtal]
That's a no-no, new pack in the air, we gon' smoke more
But it's all in my head, it's not my fault
Yeah, it's all in my head, oh my God, oh my God
Don't talk if you don't even do sh*t
[?], yeah, we rollin' with ruthless
Me and the boys [?], I thought that you knew this
[?]

[Verse 8: Terastic]
Go out with the strike, I'm out with a gun
[?], better run
How we shoot sh*t, haul his ass, we gon' find you
And I'm just out here [?] this dope
Yeah, I'm off a Perc, so I go f*ckin' crazy
Bad little b*tch and she wearin' [?]
[?] to the coupe, I pull up in a Mercedes
I'm a lost cause, yeah, nobody can save me

[Verse 9: Eleven Thirteen]
I don't really know, I know nobody else could take me
I just spin on your block, woah, hop in a Mercedes
Yeah, I think I know why everybody else hates me
I just know that I'm the best and everybody else complaining
[?] comin' in into my pockets while you're hating
[?], I know you're callin' up your lady
I can't take it, yeah, I think I might go
Spray down his ass like my name is [?]
Don't need a team, b*tch, I'll make a f*ckin' movie from my home
b*tch, I run up to your house and I'll do it again
You say that you wanna talk down, so I'm f*cking your friend
[?], bozo, now that we're in the end
[Verse 19: Seph]
Bag on me
Talk on me, you is stupid
RIP, feeling like a VIP going ruthless
Down bad, everybody wanna talk a lot
Playing with my heart 'til they [?]
They all want a feat but I'd rather not
Kill a b*tch boy in a parking lot

[Verse 11: Viizzi]
Pull up with the team and we ripping up your stomach
No, I'm not a crip, but I'm counting up my hundreds
Got the double barrel and it's tucked up in my jacket
Run up outta ammo then I'm pulling out the hatchet
Headshot, hit him with this drake make his f*cking bed rock
Caught him on the corner, knocking off his dreadlocks
And I got dead opps watch as I send shots

[Verse 12: Jahhlu]
You ain't cappin' out your [?], choppa put you in the gutter
[?] is the jelly, [?] peanut butter
I got chops out in space and my Glocky got a di*k
Give his ass four, five shots, now he p*ssed
One shot, now you finish
p*ssed off, I don't give a sh*t
[?] swish
Go track, go track, go track
Go track, go track, go track
Go track, go track, go track
Go track, go track, go track

[Chorus: Caponeti]
I-I-I heard that he's p*ssed off, he can cry about it
He talking sh*t 'bout me, you don't wanna die about it
And that b*tch think he tough, think he got power
b*tch put the phone down, g-go take a shower
We can't have a problem unless it's I-R-L
Right now I'm 'bout to book a flight like I might as well
b*tch f*ck yo dead homie, brand new pack, new smell
And y'all used to be in VC, damn, oh well
Like RIP (RIP b*tch)
RIP b*tch (RIP b*tch)
RIP b*tch (RIP b*tch)
RIP b*tch, RIP dumb b*tch