Mr. R.I.P

R-R I-I P-P R-R I-I P-P [Verse 1:] Picture the top on a 6 series goin poof It goes underneath, call it burying the roof I keep it a hundred, don't worry about the proof And I stay chipped up, don't worry bout my tooth Clark Kent flow, I just hurry in the booth Come out so fly you would think I had a cape on Fresh Prince J's, I got them grapes on I keep killing shit till all the yellow tape's gone I look like money, resemblance so striking 28 for the A-P, no Viking Used to pedal that shit nigga, no cycling Had them Dominican connects, I'm so Dyckman (Niiceee!) Shoutout to Tahiry block Remember me: Range Rover, canary rocks Swag from BK, haze from Enrique Dimelo mama it's Dique, Loso [Hook: x2] Not errbody who don't know what it be (What it be) It's ya boy, Mr. R.I.P. (I.P.) Yeah, you gotta kill these niggas (niggas) Dead these bitches (bitches) Funeral nigga (say word) [Verse 2:] Ask them hoes about me, They know how I D-O Make them open wide for them bills like T.O Mama said till ya find he one, Neo Keep a hat on ya head, so I'm on my Ne-Yo Niggas talkin Bentley, but be on they Geo You see the signs of them lyin', they ain't even Leos Just came from Cabo, bout to go to Rio Catch me if you can, Leo Dicaprio F-A-B-O, I be on them lil' planes Passport tatted up like Lil' Wayne You niggas O-T, but I'll be O-C Out the country with that Bobby Johnson, that O-G Free blue D, free 102 Horace stickin niggas, ride funeral Errbody put ya guns up, please (up please) Now errbody hold the one up, squeeze (braah) [Hook]