R.I.P. (feat. 2 Chainz)

R.I.P, we just killed the club

Took the 'Trón out the bottle, almost killed a thug

When I'm so high, I can't feel the drugs

Too many haters sitting here, I don't feel the love

Look, R.I.P, yeah, R.I.P, yeah

R.I.P, yeah, R.I.P, what?

R.I.P, we just killed the club

Took the 'Trón to the head, almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three bitches

Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches

And I hit up every club in your city, where **** at?

I be in every club in the hood, where **** at?

Pull up, jump out stuntin' like I was Baby

On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's

Who the **** think he is, Slick Rick or Dana Dane?

Think he Rakim or something, look at his chain

YSL, from head to toe, I'm Doug E. Fresh

Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness

Any **** with a watch like that, he need attention

Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him, what?

R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., what?

R.I.P, we just killed the club

Took the 'Trón to the head, almost killed a thug, let's go

R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., what?

R.I.P, we just killed the club

Took the 'Trón to the head, almost killed a thug, let's go

I'm gone, don't know where I'm going

Pockets on extra big, they're on Samoan

Got some bad bitches off in my section, just let some more in

And every **** came in with me'll kick your door in

Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican

Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Haitians

She got good head, good brains, good education

I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation

1:45 AM, the knob broken

By the time a **** get to the crib, the mall open

Man, the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the Molly

She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle, huh?

R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., what?

R.I.P, we just killed the club

Took the 'Trón to the head, almost killed a thug, let's go

R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., what?

R.I.P, we just killed the club

Took the 'Trón to the head, almost killed a thug, let's go

Got a pocket full of dead prez

Attached to your girl like a .jpeg

Party scene turn to a murder scene

Keep shitting on ****, need potty train

Turn up, collard green

I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine

Life ain't nothing but a G thing

Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her G-string

I'm the type of **** that's built to last

You fuck with me, I'll put my foot in your ass

I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall

That you might need a giraffe when you was counting this cash, ****!

R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., what?

R.I.P, we just killed the club

Took the 'Trón to the head, almost killed a thug, let's go

R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., yeah, R.I.P., what?

R.I.P, we just killed the club

Took the 'Trón to the head, almost killed a thug, let's go