R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank Patron out the bottle
almost killed a thug
I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting here
I don't feel the love
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
I'm in a brand new drop top
'Rari with 3 bitches
Tired being in the middle of
trial with 3 snitches
And I hit up every club in your
city
Where niggas at
I be in every club in the hood
Where niggas at
Pull up jump out stuntin' like I
was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit like
in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is
Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Think he Rakim or something look
at his chain
YSL from head to toe
I'm Doug E Fresh
Looking like I came to play
Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that
He need attention
Your man don't ball out like that
You need to bench him
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
I'm gone don't know where
I'm going
Pockets on extra big they're on
Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my
section
Just let some more in
And every nigga came in with
me'll kick your door in
Roll up pass it around like we
Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this
bitch like we some Haitians
She got good head good brains
good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker
here's the situation
1:45 am the knob broken
By the time a nigga get to the
crib the mall open
Man the nerve of this high ass
bitch
She on the Molly
She said she she want me to call
her Ms. Berry
She think she Halle
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
Got a pocket full of dead prez
Attached to your girl like a jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shitting on niggas need
potty train
Turn up collard green
I'm on gasoline and
I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nothing but a G thing
Switch lanes get brain hand down
her g string
I'm the type of nigga that's
built to last
You fuck with me Ill put my foot
in your ass
I got a million in stash I stack
my money so tall
That you might need a giraffe
When you was counting this cash
nigga
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank Patron out the bottle
almost killed a thug
I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting here
I don't feel the love
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
I'm in a brand new drop top
'Rari with 3 bitches
Tired being in the middle of
trial with 3 snitches
And I hit up every club in your
city
Where niggas at
I be in every club in the hood
Where niggas at
Pull up jump out stuntin' like I
was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit like
in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is
Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Think he Rakim or something look
at his chain
YSL from head to toe
I'm Doug E Fresh
Looking like I came to play
Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that
He need attention
Your man don't ball out like that
You need to bench him
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
I'm gone don't know where
I'm going
Pockets on extra big they're on
Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my
section
Just let some more in
And every nigga came in with
me'll kick your door in
Roll up pass it around like we
Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this
bitch like we some Haitians
She got good head good brains
good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker
here's the situation
1:45 am the knob broken
By the time a nigga get to the
crib the mall open
Man the nerve of this high ass
bitch
She on the Molly
She said she she want me to call
her Ms. Berry
She think she Halle
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
Got a pocket full of dead prez
Attached to your girl like a jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shitting on niggas need
potty train
Turn up collard green
I'm on gasoline and
I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nothing but a G thing
Switch lanes get brain hand down
her g string
I'm the type of nigga that's
built to last
You fuck with me Ill put my foot
in your ass
I got a million in stash I stack
my money so tall
That you might need a giraffe
When you was counting this cash
nigga
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug
R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head almost
killed a thug