RIP REMIX by KillMe! Lyrics
[Intro: Denzel Curry]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Came back hard 'cause you think it's a joke
Thought I fell off but I came back for more
Young Zeltron go zero below
I stay cold, that's from head to toe
You on the pole, you on a bean
I can make a bitch seem like I'm the dream
No fourteen, nigga, this thirteen
Got hella hoes like the state of Beijing
Bitch, I'm sick like the measles
Bitch, I ball like the Eagles
Y'all niggas looking like Sméagol
Got a lawyer and a paralegal
Free Lil Pump
Too cliche if I said, "Fuck Trump"
Try one of mine, bet a nigga get jumped (Jump)
Came from the bottom I came from a swamp
With alligator shoes, off the avenue
Making money day, and night, and afternoon
Went from making music tryna balance school
People called me gook and yet I made it cool
What the fuck can you say about the nigga Denzel Curry, mane
Bitch, I got it from the dirty, mane
And I did it under 30, mane (30, mane)
Got a whole pocket full of sherbert
First, second, third verse, heard your mixtape, never heard worse
Niggas wanna con, never converse
They just wanna ride a nigga wave 'cause a nigga making commerce
"Denzel use too many big words" (Yup)
Sounds like y'all niggas watch Big Bird (Yup)
Girls wanna talk but way back then like a fine fat bitch I got big curves
You'll concur if you've been there, nigga
This ain't style, this swimwear, nigga
Everybody know that a nigga drip hard
Got hoes begging for the skin care, nigga
Young'uns wanna hate but I don't care, nigga
Old heads hate when they lose hair, nigga
Sorry but I don't compare, nigga
I can do it all and it's not fair, nigga
[Chorus 1: Playboi Carti]
I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)
Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)
That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch
I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch
I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)
I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch
[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]
Niggas just rapping 'cause like
Why not?
Golf boys, ayo
[Chorus 2: Tyler, The Creator]
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch
Everybody got opinions, everybody got tips
Tell them Twitter finger niggas they can cancel my dick, hmm
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this hoe
Somebody tell the devil that I'm knocking at the door
Ayo, ayo
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
In my mansion, nigga salsa dancing nigga
Smiling on me face, I'm so handsome nigga
I was edgy, nigga, now its Fetti
I get my backyard, oh that's the Getty
Nigga I, was in the garden couldn't fathom
It was snakes in the grass but I couldn't grab 'em
Focus on the Eve, nah focus on the green
In the trees with binoculars, looking for an Adam
Let me tell ya, I got dreams to sell ya
'Cause y'all reek of backwoods and some future failures
We was working deals, out finalizing hurdles
Y'all was out in Paris dick-riding Virgil
Hope them Insta photos keep you cool in coach
Clout yeah, oh, you out here?
Oh, you network, where your self-worth?
Nigga dick ride 'til your neck hurt
Nigga we ok, boy better know BBK
You want war then I'm G.I. Joe
You get cooked nigga B-B-Q
I Diplo then go MIA
Then skate off like a T.I. role (I say we get outta here)
Niggas pretend to be bosses
You signed a 360, you lost it
That's 400 for my exhaust, the mean with the walk
Now tell the Black Youth, to just be
Tell 'em never stop
Yeah we all moving, but you ain't gotta put us in a box
We can paint, we can draw, whatever
We can Lady Bird, we can Baby Boy
Whatever movie setting you choose
Just, just try to do better
And don't let them stretch you too thin, new leather, yuh
[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator, Playboi Carti]
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch
I tip-tip-tip-tip, run it (run it, run it, run it)
Yeah
[Chorus 1: Playboi Carti]
I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)
Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)
That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch
I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch
I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)
I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch
[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator, Denzel Curry]
Tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch
I tip-tip-tip-tip, run it (run it, run it, run it)
Ay
[Chorus 3: Denzel Curry]
Y'all wack as fuck, bitch I'm black as fuck
They be asking why I'm acting up
'Cause you ain't down with us
On the bus, fuck a bust down I'd rather bust a nut
I don't trust niggas talking down but wanna keep in touch (Fuck nigga)
Y'all wack as fuck, bitch I'm black as fuck
They be asking why I'm acting up
Cause you ain't down with us
On the bus, fuck a bust down I'd rather bust a nut
I don't trust niggas talking down but wanna keep in touch
[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]
Niggas just rapping 'cause like
Why not?
Golf boys, ayo
[Chorus 2: Tyler, The Creator]
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch
Everybody got opinions, everybody got tips
Tell them Twitter finger niggas they can cancel my dick, hmm
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this hoe
Somebody tell the devil that I'm knocking at the door
Ayo, ayo (Run it)
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
666 when we bag 'em, hmm
Y'all ain't even know about the madam, hmm
Y'all can get the packet with the atom, boom
Summer just got a lil heater, yeah
Flower Boy gold no gimmicks, I joke
And I ain't have to fuck a Akademiks to post
No radio play like once or so
Y'all swear y'all got the keys
I play piano, stop
Nigga, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Church pants, sandals with the socks
You niggas done, you better get the mop
No violence, curly hair bound to get the top
No violence, ayo
Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama, ayy
I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, say
Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama in
I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, nigga
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Runnin' in that bitch
At the bottom of the bitch
Had the doubles in the bitch
Double O, double O, double T
I was in a meeting, fucking with me
I ain't say nothing this off top of the dome
Shoutout Carti
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Came back hard 'cause you think it's a joke
Thought I fell off but I came back for more
Young Zeltron go zero below
I stay cold, that's from head to toe
You on the pole, you on a bean
I can make a bitch seem like I'm the dream
No fourteen, nigga, this thirteen
Got hella hoes like the state of Beijing
Bitch, I'm sick like the measles
Bitch, I ball like the Eagles
Y'all niggas looking like Sméagol
Got a lawyer and a paralegal
Free Lil Pump
Too cliche if I said, "Fuck Trump"
Try one of mine, bet a nigga get jumped (Jump)
Came from the bottom I came from a swamp
With alligator shoes, off the avenue
Making money day, and night, and afternoon
Went from making music tryna balance school
People called me gook and yet I made it cool
What the fuck can you say about the nigga Denzel Curry, mane
Bitch, I got it from the dirty, mane
And I did it under 30, mane (30, mane)
Got a whole pocket full of sherbert
First, second, third verse, heard your mixtape, never heard worse
Niggas wanna con, never converse
They just wanna ride a nigga wave 'cause a nigga making commerce
"Denzel use too many big words" (Yup)
Sounds like y'all niggas watch Big Bird (Yup)
Girls wanna talk but way back then like a fine fat bitch I got big curves
You'll concur if you've been there, nigga
This ain't style, this swimwear, nigga
Everybody know that a nigga drip hard
Got hoes begging for the skin care, nigga
Young'uns wanna hate but I don't care, nigga
Old heads hate when they lose hair, nigga
Sorry but I don't compare, nigga
I can do it all and it's not fair, nigga
[Chorus 1: Playboi Carti]
I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)
Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)
That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch
I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch
I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)
I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch
[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]
Niggas just rapping 'cause like
Why not?
Golf boys, ayo
[Chorus 2: Tyler, The Creator]
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch
Everybody got opinions, everybody got tips
Tell them Twitter finger niggas they can cancel my dick, hmm
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this hoe
Somebody tell the devil that I'm knocking at the door
Ayo, ayo
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
In my mansion, nigga salsa dancing nigga
Smiling on me face, I'm so handsome nigga
I was edgy, nigga, now its Fetti
I get my backyard, oh that's the Getty
Nigga I, was in the garden couldn't fathom
It was snakes in the grass but I couldn't grab 'em
Focus on the Eve, nah focus on the green
In the trees with binoculars, looking for an Adam
Let me tell ya, I got dreams to sell ya
'Cause y'all reek of backwoods and some future failures
We was working deals, out finalizing hurdles
Y'all was out in Paris dick-riding Virgil
Hope them Insta photos keep you cool in coach
Clout yeah, oh, you out here?
Oh, you network, where your self-worth?
Nigga dick ride 'til your neck hurt
Nigga we ok, boy better know BBK
You want war then I'm G.I. Joe
You get cooked nigga B-B-Q
I Diplo then go MIA
Then skate off like a T.I. role (I say we get outta here)
Niggas pretend to be bosses
You signed a 360, you lost it
That's 400 for my exhaust, the mean with the walk
Now tell the Black Youth, to just be
Tell 'em never stop
Yeah we all moving, but you ain't gotta put us in a box
We can paint, we can draw, whatever
We can Lady Bird, we can Baby Boy
Whatever movie setting you choose
Just, just try to do better
And don't let them stretch you too thin, new leather, yuh
[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator, Playboi Carti]
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch
I tip-tip-tip-tip, run it (run it, run it, run it)
Yeah
[Chorus 1: Playboi Carti]
I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)
Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)
That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch
I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch
I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)
I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch
[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator, Denzel Curry]
Tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch
I tip-tip-tip-tip, run it (run it, run it, run it)
Ay
[Chorus 3: Denzel Curry]
Y'all wack as fuck, bitch I'm black as fuck
They be asking why I'm acting up
'Cause you ain't down with us
On the bus, fuck a bust down I'd rather bust a nut
I don't trust niggas talking down but wanna keep in touch (Fuck nigga)
Y'all wack as fuck, bitch I'm black as fuck
They be asking why I'm acting up
Cause you ain't down with us
On the bus, fuck a bust down I'd rather bust a nut
I don't trust niggas talking down but wanna keep in touch
[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]
Niggas just rapping 'cause like
Why not?
Golf boys, ayo
[Chorus 2: Tyler, The Creator]
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch
Everybody got opinions, everybody got tips
Tell them Twitter finger niggas they can cancel my dick, hmm
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this hoe
Somebody tell the devil that I'm knocking at the door
Ayo, ayo (Run it)
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
666 when we bag 'em, hmm
Y'all ain't even know about the madam, hmm
Y'all can get the packet with the atom, boom
Summer just got a lil heater, yeah
Flower Boy gold no gimmicks, I joke
And I ain't have to fuck a Akademiks to post
No radio play like once or so
Y'all swear y'all got the keys
I play piano, stop
Nigga, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Church pants, sandals with the socks
You niggas done, you better get the mop
No violence, curly hair bound to get the top
No violence, ayo
Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama, ayy
I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, say
Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama in
I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, nigga
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Runnin' in that bitch
At the bottom of the bitch
Had the doubles in the bitch
Double O, double O, double T
I was in a meeting, fucking with me
I ain't say nothing this off top of the dome
Shoutout Carti