R.I.P. (Remix)

Damn it, Franchise, you did it again

Iceberg want a bag, b*tch

Why these n*ggas payin' for attention?

Puttin' me in they mentions

Playin' like we don't stand on business

Sh*t, all the opps been missin'

Bag on my head, come get it

Better not be no less than fifty

Better send your best to get me

Guaranteed he restin' with me

Can't lie, I'm 3D high

Can't let a n*gga rest in piss me

Can't f*ck with me in the streets

So try their best to diss me

Them n*ggas round ain't even your n*ggas

Right price, I'll have them flip you

Every week, youngin' got a new pistol

Smashed, he don't give a f*ck who with you

Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin'

I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy

Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it

Go wherever I want in my city

Poppa out no less than fifty

Poppa out, don't think he slippin'

3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin'

Can't let a n*gga rest in piss me

Get high thinkin' 'bout my n*gga

Why he died? Wish he was with me

I ain't goin' out behind these b*tches

You'll die before I let you trick me

And you ain't the one doing the killin'

Let me hush, I'ma mind my business

I don't need another n*gga ridin' with me

Just me, Luh Quez and that Glizzy

How the f*ck we all in mourning

Thought you'd be happy as me

It's six years straight, no visits

Who the f*ck thought I had people?

B*tch know she seen me calling

So who is loss but I lost it

Young dawg in the hood too often

Being a real n*gga just might cost him

Make sense, I got this money

Still kept it real, can't take that from me

Red Hellcat, on the dash 220

All them nights you left a n*gga to starve, I won't forget

I see you in your feelings that I finally got the best

You know I hang with killers, everybody trained to blitz

Everybody on go

Free my n*ggas, I can't wait 'til they all get home

Prefer to do it with you, I can't do this sh*t alone

Mama steady at home

Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin'

I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy

Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it

Go wherever I want in my city

Poppa out no less than fifty

Poppa out, don't think he slippin'

3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin'

Can't let a n*gga rest in piss me

Get high thinkin' 'bout my n*ggas

Why he died? Wish he was with me

I ain't goin' out behind these b*tches

You'll die before I let you trick me

And you ain't the one doing the killin'

Let me hush, I'ma mind my business

I don't need another n*gga ridin' with me

Just me, Luh Quez and that Glizzy