Lil Poppa – R.I.P. Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics R.I.P. – Lil Poppa

Why these n**gas paying for attention
Putting me in they mentions
Playing like we don’t stand on business
S**t, all the opps been missing

Bag on my head, come get it
Bet not be no less than fifty
Better send your best to get me
Guaranteed he resting with me

Can’t lie, I’m 3D high
Can’t let a n**ga rest in piss me
Can’t f**k with me in the streets
So try their best to diss me
Them n**gas round ain’t even your n**gas
Right price, I’ll have them flip you
Every week youngin gotta new pistol
Smashed he don’t give a f**k who with you

I don’t talk too much, I’m tripping
I ain’t going back and forth I’m busy
Say you wanna go to war, I’m with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Pop out no less than fifty
Pop out, don’t think he slipping
3.5 my blunt, I’m tripping
Can’t let a n**ga rest in piss me

Get high thinking ’bout my n**ga
Why he died Wish he was with me
I ain’t going out behind these b**ches
You’ll die before I let you trick me
And you ain’t the one doing the killing
Let me hush, I’ma mind my business
I don’t need another n**ga riding with me
Just me, Lil Quez and that Glizzy

Can’t let a n**ga rest in piss me
Ten on a n**ga head, Mike Bibby
And free KK, we miss ’em
Think I even signed the petition
I’m out west riding with a killer
When I talk he don’t even wanna listen
He don’t even want the money this personal
But if he get a headshot, I’m tipping

I got blood on these, I’m dripping
Doughboy, can’t go like Ricky
His homeboy ain’t make it to Christmas
He doing that dissing, he tripping
I don’t know what he on, can’t pay me to listen
I heard your lil’ song, come pay me a visit
Free CP3 up out of that prison
Ain’t ran down on a n**ga
In a minute I know he miss it

Ayy, Desi Block die behind my blizzy
Like on the Ave, this s**t get litty
Ayy, I heard Jalen left his mans
That wasn’t the plan but they ain’t finished
I want ’em all, same sentence
R.I.P. my dawgs and I meant it
And they gone say the gang did it
Ain’t no sense of hiding this s**t, let’s get it

I don’t talk too much, I’m tripping
I ain’t going baсk and forth I’m busy
Say you wanna go to war, I’m with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Pop out no less than fifty
Pop out, don’t think he slipping
3.5 my blunt, I’m tripping
Can’t let a n**ga rest in piss me

Get high thinking ’bout my n**ga
Why he died Wish he was with me
I ain’t going out behind these b**ches
You’ll die before I let you trick me
And you ain’t the one doing the killing
Let me hush, I’ma mind my business
I don’t need another n**ga riding with me
Just me, Lil Quez and that Glizzy…

➤ Written by Lil Poppa
Produced by FranchiseDidIt & Iceberg Beatz
Lil Poppa | 2020

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