Rip Ybc Dul lyrics

[Intro]
(luracks)
A-team sh*t, n*gga
(Where you get all them racks, from?)


[Chorus]
Hol' on, hol' on
Rifle rounds when I slide through, hol' on, damn, yuh
Rifle rounds when I slide through
He caught McButtons at the drive thru'
Shoot your brains out when I creep up behind you
32 deep, we finna come find you
You want smoke? I'ma have to remind you
Get you slimed like Gucci Mane signed you
That ain't my patna', n*gga, you got lined to
Diamonds bright, lil' b*tch, I'ma blind you
I'm not a rapper, I be tryna slide too
I make music for n*ggas who slide too
Hop out the V, run down, I'ma fry you
He with his kids, I don't care, they gon' die too
Take his life, it's like they was my sciencе tool
Aim with the stick, ran off, now that's my tool

[Verse]
Hol' on, hol' on
Late night, and I'm creepin'
Bullets hot, hе can't feel his face like The Weeknd
Pour a four, I ain't drinkin'
I'm with sharks, in the deep end
Pop two, I start tweakin'
Button on the back, tap it if I see him
Ran down with no mask, wasn't even thinkin'
Pop 3, start psyching out for no reason
With Zay, He 5 like Abraham Lincoln
I'm with sharks, n*gga, I ain't sinking
He was in the cut, they left his ass stinkin'
Laws come around, I ain't even speaking
Like the Warriors, I'm street sweepin'
[Bridge]
n*gga, on bro, f*ck is you sayin' n*gga on KK, this A-Team sh*t

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
Rifle rounds when I slide through, hol' on, damn, damn, damn
Rifle rounds when I slide through
He caught McButtons at the drive thru'
Shoot your brains out when I creep up behind you
32 deep, we finna come find you
You want smoke? I'ma have to remind you
Get you slimed like Gucci Mane signed you
That ain't my patna', n*gga, you got lined to
Diamonds bright, lil' b*tch, I'ma blind you
I'm not a rapper, I be tryna slide too
I make music for n*ggas who slide too
Hop out the V, run down, I'ma fry you
He with his kids, I don't care, they gon' die too
Take his life, it's like they was my science tool
Aim with the stick, ran off, now that's my tool