Isaiah Rashad - RIP Young Lyrics

Lyrics RIP Young - Isaiah Rashad



(Man, you know what′s goin', you got cheese, I got dope)
(For the 900 strong, I got Ps, I got coke)
(Man, you know what′s goin', you got cheese, I got dope) you wanna bounce?
(For the 900 strong, I got Ps, I got coke) yeah
Yeah, we work the work, you late to work
I holla and they send it
You know my plot was colder than Chicago in December
My bitch came up in Inglewood, her mama was her daddy
And when I'm in the Midwest, she say, "Holla at your family"
My dog pass me that cup (what it do?)
Taste like candy (bitch)
My dog out layin′ down the law, he ain′t breakin' no laws or serving out a rock
Southside still fuckin′ in the car, still flippin' in the car, still shootin′ out the car
Lil' hotbox smokin′ out a jar, now I'm fuckin' on a star, hold up, I got a call
They say that I′m a cool cat, fuck that
Tell them bitches I′m a top dog, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time we hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin′ but a good day, don't die
They ain′t teach him how to pump fake, big shot
Ain't trippin′, I don't
Wanna lose count
Talkin' my shit
It was just us, bitch
Fuck it, I′ll drive
Hop in my ride
Pass me that dutch, bitch
On the Westside
On the 110
Swingin′ my nuts (just swingin' my nuts)
Fuck it, let′s grill
Fuck it, let's spill
Spend a few crumbs (I spend a few)
Pop smoke, pop shit, pop bitch
Young nigga, don′t pop too much
Spaceships, fake broke, Kanye
Young nigga, don't stay too long
Big truck, big wheel, big wop
Them niggas probably hate my guts
Tryna gain my trust (bitch)
But it′s all out of lust (I said)
(Man, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope)
(For the 900 strong, I got Ps, I got coke)
(Man, you know what′s goin′, you got cheese, I got dope)
(For the 900 strong, I got Ps, I got coke)
Man, they say that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tell them bitches I′m a top dog, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time we hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin′ but a good day, don't die
They ain′t teach him how to pump fake, big shot
Man, they say that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tell them bitches I'm a top dog, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time we hit the red lights, just shine
Ain′t nothin′ but a good day, don't die
They ain′t teach him how to pump fake, big shot
I'm thugged out, nigga, but I just seen a motherfuckin′
Rainbow, nigga
I ain't that motherfuckin′ thugged out
Nigga, that shit beautiful than a motherfucker
My baby mama probably at the end of that bitch with her gold diggin' ass, nigga



Writer(s): I. Mcclain, J. Houston, K. Berry, P. Beauregard, P. Houston


Isaiah Rashad - The House Is Burning
Album The House Is Burning
date of release
30-07-2021



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