R.I.P. (Remix)

(альбом: Evergreen Wildchild 2 - 2020)

Damn it, Franchise, you did it again
Iceberg want a bag, bitch

Why these niggas paying for attention?
Putting me in they mentions
Playing like we don't stand on business
Shit, all the opps been missing
Bag on my head, come get it
Better not be no less than fifty
Better send your best to get me
Guaranteed he resting with me
Can't lie, I'm 3D high
Can't let a nigga rest in piss me
Can't fuck with me in the streets
So try their best to diss me
Them niggas round ain't even your niggas
Right price, I'll have them flip you
Every week, younging got a new pistol
Smashed, he don't give a fuck who with you

Hold on, I'm talking too much, I'm tripping
I ain't going back and forth, I'm busy
Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Poppa out no less than fifty
Poppa out, don't think he slipping
3.5 my blunt, I'm tripping
Can't let a nigga rest in piss me
Get high thinking 'bout my nigga
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain't going out behind these bitches
You'll die before I let you trick me
And you ain't the one doing the killing
Let me hush, I'ma mind my business
I don't need another nigga riding with me
Just me, Luh Quez and that Glizzy

[?] all morning
Thought you'd be happy as me
It's six years straight, no visits
Who the fuck thought I had people?
Bitch know she seen me calling
[?] I lost it
Young dawg in the hood too often
Being a real nigga just might cost him
Make sense, I got this money
Still kept it real, can't take that from me
Red Hellcat, on the dash 220
All them nights you left a nigga to starve, I won't forget
I see you in your feelings that I finally got the best
You know I hang with killers, everybody trained to blitz
Everybody on go
Free my niggas, I can't wait 'til they all get home
Prefer to do it with you, I can't do this shit alone
Mama steady [?]

Hold on, I'm talking too much, I'm tripping
I ain't going back and forth, I'm busy
Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Poppa out no less than fifty
Poppa out, don't think he slipping
3.5 my blunt, I'm tripping
Can't let a nigga rest in piss me
Get high thinking 'bout my niggas
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain't going out behind these bitches
You'll die before I let you trick me
And you ain't the one doing the killing
Let me hush, I'ma mind my business
I don't need another nigga riding with me
Just me, Luh Quez and that Glizzy