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R.I.P. (Self Entitled/Z-Ro)
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R.I.P. (Self Entitled/Z-Ro) was released on June 23, 2015 by SoSouth as a part of the album I Found Me (The KMJ & Straight Profit Collection)
ReleasedJune 23, 2015
LabelSoSouth
LanguageEnglish
BPM90
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

(Z-Ro talking)
Z-Ro, the motherfucking Mo City don
Sending this out to Ron fuck you
Like my **** mafia SOS, you feel me
Fuck all of y'all man, it go down
S.U.C. for life, R.I.P. Robert Davis
A K A DJ Screw this for you my ****
Yeah this for you
(Z-Ro)
Everybody know me I'm the number one head buster
With a 4 pound clock ready to make the lead touch you
Cause I shine like a 75 watt light bulb
And if you cross over the line, then I might strike you
I'm going grey, even though a **** ball everyday
Covered in ice, but ice can't take my problems away
But it sure feel good to know that I can blow twenties
Z-Ro a money making machine dollars no pennies
**** please, it's me and my **** my fucking g's
R.I.P. to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3's
S.U.C. to the finish I'm going out with my men
With a grenade in my hand I'm coming out with the pin
It'll never be another Screw, kill that drama
That was a man not the music, you can ask his mama
I'm a mourn you, till I join you, up in heaven
Mean while, I'm retarded with this ak47 and uh
(Chorus - 2x)
R.I.P., I be forever rapping S.U.C
Until a **** get to the tenth top
Mash on the gas and I won't stop, baby
(Z-Ro)
What you know about the dirty south, the dirty fucking third
**** fuck what you heard, D.P. on the corner rock for rocking a bird
Here we had it pimping in chest and testrosas
Ro you only got two choices roll with us or get rolled over
Giving a cold shoulder to them 5-O
No license plate no registration smoking pyno
My **** we some boss hogs one car taking up all four lanes
Come at me wrong, I'm a have you taking off all your vains
No plexing in Houston Texas got to the green leaving you breathless
Ak'd up your chest nothing but a memory about breakfast
So break fast, with your frosted and fake ass
This ain't the boot **** this H-Town we'll take your cash
**** come against me, but get they ass out
Seem like when I cut on the lights all the roaches scat
And then I let go, because these haters in the way
I'm trying to get stacks taller than Antou Sensi
(Chorus - 2x)
R.I.P., I be forever rapping S.U.C
Until a **** get to the tenth top
Mash on the gas and I won't stop, baby
(Z-Ro)
247 a **** be out on the cut
Don't got to hustle no more, but I just can't give it up
Dropping **** where they standing, with my man tanning
You don't want to box a gorilla these hands steady be landing over and over
Breaking up your guard, **** fuck what you've been going through
Cause you's about to take it up with god
Not a violent ****, I'm a silent ****
But if you push my button I'll pull my ultra violet ****
And watch you shrivel up like salt to a snail
Better keep it under your breath
If you beefing I read these bitch **** like braile
I'm a soldier, and I'm united by the cash
Feeling to move on because I've been indicted by the tash
But I ain't gone run from it, I'm a ball in public
When they run up on me pull my strap and ask them how they love it
Kamakaze on you son of a bitches, I'm signing off
Mean while I'm still in the trunk, knocking the lining off and uh
(Chorus - 2x)
R.I.P., I be forever rapping S.U.C
Until a **** get to the tenth top
Mash on the gas and I won't stop, baby
(Z-Ro talking)
First and Foremost, Z-Ro the crooked, what's up
Hollering at all my real ****, like I always do
Feel me, R.I.P. DJ Screw, feel me
To all you fake ass **** holding plex
Hold this dick in your mouth, know I'm saying
All that riff-raff, all you sherry temple ass ****
Y'all gone feel me, 2k2, I don't give a fuck where you at
I don't give a fuck where you from, know I'm saying
Better get back ****, H-Town on lock
Written by: Joseph W. McVey
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