Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song RIP Bobby, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Hitler's Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
RIP Bobby |
| Brrt |
| Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom |
| Ayo, Ks out the Huracan |
| One nigga landed on the roof, word is bond |
| Fashion Week seats, I could’ve tripped the bitch |
| Whip the fish, leave the kitchen gave my wrist a kiss (mwah) |
| Phone click and shit, I got all of these licks to hit (hello?) |
| Griselda, bitch, you see we getting rich |
| My first day home, I got a Bent |
| Fiends on the doorstep |
| Which niggas stepped on my Waynes? |
| We left the porch wet (brrt) |
| Ayo, which niggas stepped on my Waynes? |
| We left the porch wet (brrt) |
| And what’s left of his brains was on the porch steps |
| Razor hit his neck and his vein, nigga, I tore flesh |
| Ayo, seen him on Perry, hopped out the Corvette (skrt) |
| His brains landed on Fairy he didn’t snort yet |
| Yo, Geiger, I need more checks |
| More less, we all fresh |
| Teaching '97s, I’m a rhyming legend |
| Youngin fired his weapon, and slide a shell inside your melon (talk to 'em) |
| The Wraith hold a miller, hold the shillings |
| Load the biscutits on codefendants |
| The loafers boa constrictor, the cobra lift up |
| The FNH and the 424, this just so pure |
| Pass shorty the plate, I told her sniff some more |
| The plug’s sister, we kicked his door and ripped his floor |
| We left out with grace and more |
| Celebrate with a fifth from the liquor store |
| Then sip some more (we drinking, nigga) |
| I pop biscuits off, your top, I lift it off, Conway |
| The world is yours |
| Rest in peace Bobby |
| You know what the fuck is up, nigga |
| Lalalalalalala |
| The world is yours |
| Nah, rest in peace Bobby |
| Real nigga shit |
| Haha, mob |
| Everybody wanna get rid of me 'cause they’re jealous of me |
| My whole life everybody’s been jealous of me |
| Everybody’s been worried about me my whole life |
| They’ve done this to me, they’ve done this to me |
| Don’t you call me weasel either, pal |
| No, I didn’t, I think you’re paranoid |
| You said, no you said it |
| You called me weasel and I heard you |
| I wanna sit down that chair |
| I wanna guide my men |
| I don’t want to get in there |
| I don’t want some guy, 7'4″, putting his dirty, filthy hands on me |
| I don’t want some guy, hillbilly, putting his dirty, farm hands on me |
| And I’m gonna tell you what’s gonna happen |
| I’m used to getting the handicap 'cause it’s 2 of you and 3 of us |
| It’s a handicap in Europe |
| Part Two |
| Look, AMG63 driver |
| Blood bottoms match the pedal, shit’ll screech tires |
| Please try us, nigga, we fire (we good) |
| Keep firing, no cease fire (brrt) |
| Fuck it, pull out his teeth with these pliers (hah) |
| You pussy, you can’t even take a seat by us (fuck outta here) |
| My respect not only demanded, it’s required (facts) |
| You fucking with a $ 2000 sneak buyer (uh huh) |
| Such and such and them was winning |
| Griselda leaped by 'em |
| Ayo, Club Salmon and oyster |
| It’s cocaine, shit, you can tell by the moisture |
| 3 man cells, I had the most mail |
| Selling cracks in the rain |
| Fiends on the Stone Island coat tail |
| The Bentley on Rodeo (skrt) |
| The Wang ain’t cheap, cop more yayo |
| Beat face Presi on the yard |
| Soon as the fucking doors pop, stab a guard |
| Beamer i9 with wire guts |
| I know some real dreads that’ll chop your arm off |
| For the fuck around, Lord, your time’s up, fire tucked |
| Rachel’s bouffant look, caught him at the showers for 5 books |
| Papi |
| Ayo, caught him at the showers for 5 books |
| Papi |
| You’re probably wondering why |
| Well you know, any time you manage winners |
| Any time you are a winner |
| Any time you are on top |
| There’s always controversy |
| Look at the New York Yankees |
| World Champions in baseball |
| Look at all the controversy they had with Reggie Jackson, Billy Martin |
| There’s always gonna be |
| There’s always gonna be people knocking you |
| There’s always gonna be people that are jealous of you |