fightharmful - RIP Lyrics

Why is you trippin on me, got a 50 on me, I can shoot it, I don't need the beam
He turn to a victim, his family miss him, he turn into history messin wit me
I don't wanna kick it, I don't hang wit bitches, lil bro try to pivot, get shot when he flee
The murder committed, the percy delicious, I don't speak a sentence, you don't hear a peep
It get hard to stomach so I take his stomach out
Do a run around and we gon gun him down
Catch him out with his bitch get a hunnid rounds
You want war wit the gang better bunker down
God gon be pissed when I get to the gates
Jumpin the gate when I run from the jakes
My bitch got a kay and I'm tucking the k
Get to the cake find a way to get paid
Electronic lock ain't no key to the house
He always mad cuz we leavin him out
Give him a g he came back with an ounce
That's what I call gettin standard amounts
Stand on the block like we handin it out
Brodie got caught wit his hand in his mouth
The bandit advantage a band in the couch
A trapo, a bando, an office, a house
You gotta lay low when the fuzz get a clue
Lift up the window and sneak in the room
Packets of money get stuffed in the roof
Hear somethin funny you know what to do
Get out the crib and get back to the street
A bip is so lit when you livin discreet
A menace, the critics just grittin his teeth
He envious, he can't believe what he seen
Purple on me so I run from the blue
GTA timing I'm pickin a crew
They talkin shit but I know it ain't true
Focus on what they be sayin bout you
He finna get shot everybody get cameras out
How you a king you still live in yo parents house
Should be embarrassed too bad he got carried out
Took all the breath out his lungs when I air it out
Stackin up bread only thing that I care about
A house with a terrace, the money is paramount
He talkin down, they ain't findin his whereabouts
Squeeze on the trigger so much that I air it out
A stick in my system a stick on my lap
We listen, he diss him, we clippin in his back
We pick a new victim, a different attack
Condition, we miss him, we spinnin it back
A drum on the draco I say he go overload
Dumpin the drac in his face when he goin home
Cut up the grass with the snake when it's overgrown
Why you get scared when he spray what you runnin from
He really wit it, he keepin a score
He different, I see that he done it before
Admitted, I keep me in a gun in the floor
If you run in my crib thinkin money galore
Get to the money then stack it like usual
A hustle's a hustle, go trap out the cubicle
Hate lead to anger, my glocky look beautiful
Gang finna dance on his grave at the funeral
We finna make it a yearly event
The day of the dead, the day of the spin
Spit on the grave right in front of yo kin
RIP go rest in piss