RIP lyrics
by RJ Lamont
b*tch I don't argue cause I'm poppin', b*tch I'd rather go shoppin
12 took my bros away but what the f*ck is they stoppin'
Pops been gone since I was 6, a hating n*gga had shot him wit no problem like he didn't have little babies behind him
It's not okay and Imma spot him, and slide down on his momma
Hit her ass with the Glock and rock his ass with the choppa
Hope his kids up in the crib so I can leave with trauma and put em in a box, with whats left of they momma
I'm a bomb ass b*tch, you call me Lil Osama
Move my OG out the hood and take her to the Bahamas
b*tch my daddy was the realist I can put that on somebody
If I told you what was up, I might have to catch an body
Slide down your block, you know I got the choppa
Sittin' on the trenches, man you know the block hot
RJ on the beat, you know I'm finna eat
New levels come with new devils, new gucci, and new margielas b*tch