Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song R.I.P., artist - Lil Poppa. Date of issue: 08.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
R.I.P. |
| Damn it, Franchise, you did it again |
| Iceberg want a bag, bitch |
| Why these niggas payin' for attention? |
| Puttin' me in they mentions |
| Playin' like we don’t stand on business |
| Shit, all the opps been missin' |
| Bag on my head, come get it |
| Bet not be no less than fifty |
| Better send your best to get me |
| Guaranteed he restin' 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 youngin gotta new pistol |
| Smashed he don’t give a fuck who with you |
| Hold on, I’m talkin' too much, I’m trippin' |
| I ain’t goin' back and forth I’m busy |
| Say you wanna go to war, I’m with it |
| Go wherever I want in my city |
| Pop out no less than fifty |
| Pop out, don’t think he slippin' |
| 3.5 my blunt, I’m trippin' |
| Can’t let a nigga rest in piss me |
| Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga |
| Why he died? |
| Wish he was with me |
| I ain’t goin' out behind these bitches |
| You’ll die before I let you trick me |
| And you ain’t the one doing the killin' |
| Let me hush, I’ma mind my business |
| I don’t need another nigga ridin' with me |
| Just me, Lil Quez and that Glizzy |
| Can’t let a nigga rest in piss me |
| Ten on a nigga head, Mike Bibby |
| And free KK, we miss 'em |
| Think I even signed the petition |
| I’m out west ridin' with a killer |
| When I talk he don’t even wanna listen |
| He don’t even want the money this personal |
| But if he get a headshot, I’m tippin' |
| I got blood on these, I’m drippin' |
| Doughboy, can’t go like Ricky |
| His homeboy ain’t make it to Christmas |
| He doing that dissin', he trippin' |
| I don’t know what he on, can’t pay me to listen |
| I heard your lil' song, come pay me a visit |
| Free CP3 up out of that prison ain’t ran down on a nigga |
| In a minute I know he miss it |
| Ayy, Desi Block die behind my blizzy |
| Like on the Ave, this shit get litty |
| Ayy, I heard Jalen left his mans |
| That wasn’t the plan but they ain’t finished |
| I want 'em all, same sentence |
| R.I.P. |
| my dawgs and I meant it |
| And they gone say the gang did it |
| Ain’t no sense of hidin' this shit, let’s get it |
| Hold on, I’m talkin' too much, I’m trippin' |
| I ain’t goin' back and forth I’m busy |
| Say you wanna go to war, I’m with it |
| Go wherever I want in my city |
| Pop out no less than fifty |
| Pop out, don’t think he slippin' |
| 3.5 my blunt, I’m trippin' |
| Can’t let a nigga rest in piss me |
| Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga |
| Why he died? |
| Wish he was with me |
| I ain’t goin' out behind these bitches |
| You’ll die before I let you trick me |
| And you ain’t the one doing the killin' |
| Let me hush, I’ma mind my business |
| I don’t need another nigga ridin' with me |
| Just me, Lil Quez and that Glizzy |