R.I.P. (Album Version|Explicit)

Ya what's up

That's what I'm saying though

We gotta hurry up so we can

Go to the club ni**a

RIP We just killed the club

Drink patron out the bottle

Almost killed a thug

When I'm so high

I can't feel the drugs

Too many haters in here

I don't feel the love

RIP RIP RIP RIP

RIP We just killed the club

Drink patron to the head

Almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand new dropped top

'Rari with three b**ches

Tired of being in middle trial

With three snitches

And I hit up every club in

Your city where niggas at

I be in every club in the hood

Where niggas at

Pulled up

Jumped out stuntin like I was baby

I'm on my coc*ine cowboy sh*t

Like in the 80's

Who a ni**a think he is

Slick Rick or Danny Dane

Think he Rakim or something

Look at his chain

Why self from head to toe

I'm Dougie Fresh

Lookin like I came to play Mitchell and Ness

Any ni**a with a watch like

That he need attention

Your man don't ball out like that

You need to bench him

RIP RIP RIP RIP

RIP We just killed the club

Drink patron to the head

Almost killed a thug

RIP RIP RIP RIP

RIP We just killed the club

Drink patron to the head

Almost killed a thug

I'm gone don't know where I'm going

Pockets on extra big

They on Somalian

Got some bad b**ches off in my section

Just let some more in

And every ni**a that came here with me

Kick your door in

Roll up pass it around like we Jamaican

Whole pounds strapped up in

This b**ch like we so Haitian

She got good head good brains

Good education

I'm drunker than a mother

F**ker heres the situation

1: 45 AM the nine broken

By the time a ni**a get to

The crib the mall open

Man the nerve of this hot a** b**ch

She on the molly

She said she want me to call her Ms Berry

She think she Halle

RIP RIP RIP RIP

RIP We just killed the club

Drink patron to the head

Almost killed a thug

RIP RIP RIP RIP

RIP We just killed the club

Drink patron to the head

Almost killed a thug

Got a pocket full of dead bread

Attached to your girl like a jpeg

Party scene turn to a murder scene

Keep shittin on niggas

Need potty train

Turn up colligreen

I'm on gasoline

And I'm on that promethayzine

Life ain't nuthin but a G thang

Switch lane get brain

Hand down her g-string

I'm the type ni**a that's built to last

You f**k with me

I put my foot in your a**

I got a million in stash

I stack my money so tall

That you might need a giraffe

When you was counting this cash ni**a

RIP RIP RIP RIP

RIP We just killed the club

Drink patron to the head

Almost killed a thug

RIP RIP RIP RIP

RIP We just killed the club

Drink patron to the head

Almost killed a thug

R I P - Young Jeezy