R.I.P

R.I.P – P2 Lyrics, Letra: You gonna use a beat you need to use it right you feel me? I- I am 7 figure made straight to the bank milly the bank, yeah (cash) Flew to New York copped me a rollie with bryan and kay (yeah) You the type to cap for the gram And call her phone cuz you waiting for dates Im the type to cop a new whip on my birthday nia man im talking i8s 50k go stupid My left hand game go stupid If you made the cash come prove it Cuz my left hand say we aint losing (na) More beef st aint change (na na na na na) They come and fall in my lane Fall in my lane they say it in vein St go down they say it again Im making the mills its easing my pain They saying it now i aint RIP REST IN PEACE DOUBLE GS You talk like she love you but you know she love me I could die right now in vein and i know she cuffing me RIP REST IN PEACE DOUBLE GS Look 2 mil subs i earned it Gucci or louis purchase (racks) Thotiana said your st is like a 4 inch And your hoping theses girls wont notice Look when you talking man you got to keep focus You aim a lot but your gun never loaded So tell me did you really just say some Talk careers but really you didnt end none RIP RIP to a brave one You talked big but end as a lil one Yo girl like riding like the big ones I8 youtube where the checks from My pockets too fat they go numb College paid so my kids never go dumb For the guy in the back better cut me some slack Paved my way for my bros and my day ones I can talk on the beat and still slide I can chill for week and still ride I can drop 3 racks and make 9 Man i fed yo bch in no time (uh yeah