rip by rans0m Lyrics
[Intro]
(rans0m)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: rans0m]
Pissed off, cop a brand new mop stick
He keep talking down, we gon' give him diagnostics
Open up the crowd, we gon' open up the moshpit
Choppa spray him down, we gon' leave him in the coffin
We smoking on loud, we about to get to coughing
Bodies get to dropping, pistols do the talking
People like the title, but they doing the least
He claim he a dog, but he stuck on the leash
Gunrange to thе top, watch our money increase
Hе was talking down, now he's resting in peace
[Verse: rans0m & visions]
[?] clear, zero, aiming down the hallow
[?] boy, you should swallow
I'm up and I'm counting green like a vegetation
BB all up on my waist, like, we don't got relation
Just dropped a rack on the choppa [?]
Glocks out the window, yeah, we call that shit a drive-by
Stay shooting, pussy boy, we won't leave you alive
Choppa spraying different ways, pussy boy, I can't describe
[Chorus: rans0m]
Pissed off, cop a brand new mop stick
He keep talking down, we gon' give him diagnostics
Open up the crowd, we gon' open up the moshpit
Choppa spray him down, we gon' leave him in the coffin
We smoking on loud, we about to get to coughing
Bodies get to dropping, pistols do the talking
People like the title, but they doing the least
He claim he a dog, but he stuck on the leash
Gunrange to the top, watch our money increase
He was talking down, now he's resting in peace
(rans0m)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: rans0m]
Pissed off, cop a brand new mop stick
He keep talking down, we gon' give him diagnostics
Open up the crowd, we gon' open up the moshpit
Choppa spray him down, we gon' leave him in the coffin
We smoking on loud, we about to get to coughing
Bodies get to dropping, pistols do the talking
People like the title, but they doing the least
He claim he a dog, but he stuck on the leash
Gunrange to thе top, watch our money increase
Hе was talking down, now he's resting in peace
[Verse: rans0m & visions]
[?] clear, zero, aiming down the hallow
[?] boy, you should swallow
I'm up and I'm counting green like a vegetation
BB all up on my waist, like, we don't got relation
Just dropped a rack on the choppa [?]
Glocks out the window, yeah, we call that shit a drive-by
Stay shooting, pussy boy, we won't leave you alive
Choppa spraying different ways, pussy boy, I can't describe
[Chorus: rans0m]
Pissed off, cop a brand new mop stick
He keep talking down, we gon' give him diagnostics
Open up the crowd, we gon' open up the moshpit
Choppa spray him down, we gon' leave him in the coffin
We smoking on loud, we about to get to coughing
Bodies get to dropping, pistols do the talking
People like the title, but they doing the least
He claim he a dog, but he stuck on the leash
Gunrange to the top, watch our money increase
He was talking down, now he's resting in peace