CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Vern (RIP Freestyle)
If you trying to see a dead body then come take a look
You don't want be on the internet magazine n***a
You better off go read a book
Pull on they block and they shook but they shoulda expected that sh*t
Feel like shookin’ that boy on the left that you hit
Got that wood on the AK, the TEC wit' the grip
Blowing this b*t*h like a Ref with a whistle I'm p*ssed
RIP, RIP
b*t*h ass n***a tombstone read RIP
b*t*h ass n***a in the stu get hot, ain’t get sh*t, then try cook up a hit
Aye come look at this sh*t, gotta be more than this
He gon' get himself killed tryin' to record a diss
Somebody tell shorty take care of his family n***a don't wanna die before his kids
Aye, RIP, RIP
b*t*h ass n***a tombstone read RIP
RIP, RIP
Say he in his bag, in the bag he a zip
If he in the whip, then it flip
If he in the crib, it's a hit
But if he outside, he a trip
Dat boy talkin' like he can eat bullet but ain't have it on 'em when that n***a die he a b*t*h
If you trying to see a dead body then come take a look
You don’t want be on the internet magazine n***a
You better off go read a book
Pull on they block and they shook but they shoulda expected that sh*t
Feel like shookin’ that boy on the left that you hit
Got that wood on the AK, the TEC wit' the grip
Blowing this b*t*h like a Ref with a whistle I’m p*ssed
If you ain't ready don't hop in these streets boy
N if you ain't heavy don’t hop in this beef
f**kin' with Yac that's a shot in the dark
Not f**kin' with me like a shark in the deep
I ain't got no advice, I just advise n***as watch how you be talking to me
I'm smoking a lot but I try to keep peace
I keep to my peace till I'm deceased
Aye twenty sum shots in the back of the vehicle
I kept on blowing I couldn't even see the dude
I had to hop out on feet when I pop out I gotta leave blood in the street
Aye n I gotta f**k up the beat
We make a n***a face look unbelievable
He ain't identify can't even see the dude
I walk up snatch your soul like a reaper do
I kept on blowing I couldn't even see the dude
Aye he ain't identify can't even see the dude
Aye I kept on blowing I couldn't even see the dude
He ain't identify can't even see the dude
Hollow tips punching your skin like a needle do
Walk up and snatch up your soul like the reaper do
Aye, RIP, RIP
b*t*h ass n***a tombstone read RIP
RIP, RIP
Say he in his bag, in the bag he a zip
If he in the whip, then it flip
If he in the crib, it's a hit
But if he outside, he a trip
Dat boy talkin' like he can eat bullet but ain't have it on 'em when that n***a die he a b*t*h
You don't want be on the internet magazine n***a
You better off go read a book
Pull on they block and they shook but they shoulda expected that sh*t
Feel like shookin’ that boy on the left that you hit
Got that wood on the AK, the TEC wit' the grip
Blowing this b*t*h like a Ref with a whistle I'm p*ssed
RIP, RIP
b*t*h ass n***a tombstone read RIP
b*t*h ass n***a in the stu get hot, ain’t get sh*t, then try cook up a hit
Aye come look at this sh*t, gotta be more than this
He gon' get himself killed tryin' to record a diss
Somebody tell shorty take care of his family n***a don't wanna die before his kids
Aye, RIP, RIP
b*t*h ass n***a tombstone read RIP
RIP, RIP
Say he in his bag, in the bag he a zip
If he in the whip, then it flip
If he in the crib, it's a hit
But if he outside, he a trip
Dat boy talkin' like he can eat bullet but ain't have it on 'em when that n***a die he a b*t*h
If you trying to see a dead body then come take a look
You don’t want be on the internet magazine n***a
You better off go read a book
Pull on they block and they shook but they shoulda expected that sh*t
Feel like shookin’ that boy on the left that you hit
Got that wood on the AK, the TEC wit' the grip
Blowing this b*t*h like a Ref with a whistle I’m p*ssed
If you ain't ready don't hop in these streets boy
N if you ain't heavy don’t hop in this beef
f**kin' with Yac that's a shot in the dark
Not f**kin' with me like a shark in the deep
I ain't got no advice, I just advise n***as watch how you be talking to me
I'm smoking a lot but I try to keep peace
I keep to my peace till I'm deceased
Aye twenty sum shots in the back of the vehicle
I kept on blowing I couldn't even see the dude
I had to hop out on feet when I pop out I gotta leave blood in the street
Aye n I gotta f**k up the beat
We make a n***a face look unbelievable
He ain't identify can't even see the dude
I walk up snatch your soul like a reaper do
I kept on blowing I couldn't even see the dude
Aye he ain't identify can't even see the dude
Aye I kept on blowing I couldn't even see the dude
He ain't identify can't even see the dude
Hollow tips punching your skin like a needle do
Walk up and snatch up your soul like the reaper do
Aye, RIP, RIP
b*t*h ass n***a tombstone read RIP
RIP, RIP
Say he in his bag, in the bag he a zip
If he in the whip, then it flip
If he in the crib, it's a hit
But if he outside, he a trip
Dat boy talkin' like he can eat bullet but ain't have it on 'em when that n***a die he a b*t*h
