R.I.P. by Yungbaid Lyrics
[Chorus]
Come around shawty , come and take a hit with me
I got models popping bottles feel like VIP
The way I’m balling I got niggas talking shit bout me
But I don’t care cause my shooters make em R.I.P
Come around shawty , come and take a hit with me
I got models popping bottles feel like VIP
The way I’m balling I got niggas talking shit bout me
But I don’t care cause my shooters make em R.I.P
[Verse]
R.I.P
Make em Rest In Peace
Money in my pockets now my pockets be obese
Put a bounty on his head now he running to police
You really know you popping when they beg for unrelease
My T-shirt cost more than your wardrobe ya
You can’t understand cause you speaking Morse code ya
You still flexing with that guap you borrowed ya
Your girlfriend sending naked pictures to my iPhone ya
Run away , run away ,run away
Gang don’t play we just pull up then we spray
Dissing on the gram but in person you not brave
So lil boy run your mouth you gon end up in your grave
[Chorus]
Come around shawty , come and take a hit with me
I got models popping bottles feel like VIP
The way I’m balling I got niggas talking shit bout me
But I don’t care cause my shooters make em R.I.P
Come around shawty , come and take a hit with me
I got models popping bottles feel like VIP
The way I’m balling I got niggas talking shit bout me
But I don’t care cause my shooters make em R.I.P
Come around shawty , come and take a hit with me
I got models popping bottles feel like VIP
The way I’m balling I got niggas talking shit bout me
But I don’t care cause my shooters make em R.I.P
Come around shawty , come and take a hit with me
I got models popping bottles feel like VIP
The way I’m balling I got niggas talking shit bout me
But I don’t care cause my shooters make em R.I.P
[Verse]
R.I.P
Make em Rest In Peace
Money in my pockets now my pockets be obese
Put a bounty on his head now he running to police
You really know you popping when they beg for unrelease
My T-shirt cost more than your wardrobe ya
You can’t understand cause you speaking Morse code ya
You still flexing with that guap you borrowed ya
Your girlfriend sending naked pictures to my iPhone ya
Run away , run away ,run away
Gang don’t play we just pull up then we spray
Dissing on the gram but in person you not brave
So lil boy run your mouth you gon end up in your grave
[Chorus]
Come around shawty , come and take a hit with me
I got models popping bottles feel like VIP
The way I’m balling I got niggas talking shit bout me
But I don’t care cause my shooters make em R.I.P
Come around shawty , come and take a hit with me
I got models popping bottles feel like VIP
The way I’m balling I got niggas talking shit bout me
But I don’t care cause my shooters make em R.I.P