paroles de chanson R.I.P'S (feat. 700Cat) - El8ch

Get wells soons turn to rips
If it's beef we ain't Gon fight he bleed
Young nigga heaven sent but I'm still fighting demons
This Glock Gon keep me safe this shit like my Jesus
Aye They say they Gon bury us they dont know we seeds
You either scam, play ball, rap or selling weed
Gangster shed tears I done really seen it
I'm dying behind mines yeah
I really mean it aye
Yahhhh

She shaking ass but she cannot read
Jit got a F&N dont even know his abc's
Nowadays you gotta shoot it's no more fights like creed
I gave her D and some roses now she on her knees
And she can grab the rake if she wanna leave
Queze still be rolling trees
Hate in the air I can't breathe
His dog turned out snake and put em 6 feet
Damn, I guess everything ain't what it seems
I can't wait until WE have that AP ON I'm still Gon keep my WEAPON
I'm on whatever he on, we roll with smith and Wessons take a trip to heaven
I'm big 8 Cat 9 lives but he throwing 7's
She know I'm gifted, but when we done get out my presence
Brodie dem Gon ride like Tesla's
No we can't settle for second
Ma I swear it's Gon be no more stressing
We Gon make it because This shit is Destined

Get wells soons turn to rips
If it's beef we ain't Gon fight he bleed
Young nigga heaven sent but I'm still fighting demons
This Glock Gon keep me safe this shit like my Jesus
Aye They say they Gon bury us they don't know we seeds
You either scam, play ball, rap or selling weed
Gangster shed tears I done really seen it
I'm dying behind mines yeah I really mean it aye
Yahhhh

Yellow sheets so he RIP'ed
No hallow tips boy these rip's
Crazy he smoking Steve now he on a Tee
And Yeen get back for Keem how it's up with me
I'm still rolling weed
Other fool lucky he made it through surgery
Big Dog status you know you look up to me
And it's fuck the other side we never squashing beef
Homicides when we ride pulling first degrees
Yo dawg died you survived you trying to make peace
It's other shit that's going on I can't even speak
Cause the Feds gone send a blitz if they hear a peek
Post a pic like I'm in Cali but I'm on a Tee
And everybody who you round don't wanna see you eat
100 Bands on my head Gon a get a blank receipt
Trying to creep?
Gone get you smushed like a bag of weed
And I been there before you know the code not to never speak
Omertà the code

Get wells soons turn to rips
If it's beef we ain't Gon fight he bleed
Young nigga heaven sent but I'm still fighting demons
This Glock Gon keep me safe this shit like my Jesus
Aye They say they Gon bury us they don't know we seeds
You either scam, play ball, rap or selling weed
Gangster shed tears I done really seen it
I'm dying behind mines yeah I really mean it aye
Yahhhh