R.I.P it's the remix killer
Mike Jack was alive
I'd remix Thriller
Trap star bitch
spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga
first on everybody's list
Buy the whole club P
don't fuck with no Cris
That average ass watch
can't fuck with my wrist
Them average ass hoes
can't fuck with my bitch
To the window
to the motherfuckin' wall
Enough money in my jeans
to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppas in the back
bulletproof that's my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition
this is my summer
R.I.P I wanna kill the judge
Tryna lock the homie up
they don't feel the thug
I'm thirsty
but I don't give a fuck
Fuckin' with my ex
cause I'm still in love
I can teach you how to
fuck and how to stack money
I ain't went Hollywood
you just act funny
But I know you want this pipe
like a crack bummy
Stop playin'
I'm tryna hit like a crash dummy
Don't start no shit
it won't be no shit
I can't take yo bitch
if I don't see yo bitch
We done seen that snow
Nat Geo bitch
Cancel her and get another
like I'm Nino bitch
R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P.
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Drank patron to the head
almost killed a thug
R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P.
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Drank patron to the head
almost killed a thug
Turn up in bitch shit
and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes hundredfold
this my season and shit
Stomach on belly roll
bitch I'm eatin' and shit
You a vegan and shit
get off my penis and shit
Look a bad bitch
I back that bitch nigga back back
Pull it out the grab bag
turn this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes
I don't sleep much we up
Bitch I beat the beat up
the homies get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut little
Mausberg 4 Bent
Compton I live that
Long hair weave with extensions
Glock 17 with extension
Bumpin' Suga Free
in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97
watch a porno movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang
this is Com-Town gang
Fuck whoever don't like it
lil' K-Dot be the name
R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P.
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Drank patron to the head
almost killed a thug
R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P.
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Drank patron to the head
almost killed a thug
R.I.P. to the V.I.P.
I got my lil' niggas
in the club fuck I.D.
My niggas kill at will
give you black eyed peas
And the molly make the white
girl look Chinese
Always Bre
my niggas out here ballin'
And all these fake ass artists
y'all niggas out here drawin'
Ok now dearly departed
I bought a plane
I departed
And if you started from the bottom
gon' and come out the closet
You problematic
I bought them rachets
and automatics
Clip hold 32
I make you feel the Magic
You gon' see the flashes
like you in a pageant
All black suits
and them long Caddys
R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P.
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Drank patron to the head
almost killed a thug
R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P.
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Drank patron to the head
almost killed a thug
R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P. R.I.P.
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Drank patron to the head
almost killed a thug