paroles de chanson R.I.P Daunte - Yung Baller

Bop, Bop
Shoot yo head
She wanna shoot again (Pow)
She wanna shoot yo friend (Pow)
Can't even see in my lens
All my bitches is 10's
Bitch wanna go in the den
Bitch wanna fuck for the trends
Bitch you know it all depends (Ya)
Yo bitch a Barbie, i am Ken
Can't see the Rari, through my lens
Don't got a Rari?, sorry pretend (Skrrt)
What, what, bitch
Fucked yo bitch, send a nigga bitch on my shit
Trigger, bitch nigga backing on my bitch
Nigga notice me, please load up the Lotus please
And switch on them Totem poles
Gotta throw them 4's in every pic
Bitch, you know them hoes
They want a kid that is fucking mixed
Fetishizing over mixed babies
Riding in my Tesla roadster like it is the 80's

(Ah)
Trippie Redd
And i'm sipping Wock, sipping green
Sipping the Wock, got a wonky leg, sipping lean
Wocky slush, and i'm making yo bitch blush
And she hid it, diamond in the rough
And she downing, and she stuck (Ah)
And she downing, and she white (Ah)
And she downing, she is a knight (Ah)
And she downing of one night
And she got a nigga, he ain't hitting shit right
Pop that nigga, and he dead
Not my kind of door, here the feds
No bystanders or the fucking peds
I don't want him to notice me
Cause she know she notice me
Load up in the Lotus please (What)
Got a 4 liter of the Sprite
4 liters leave you hyped (What)
4 liters will end the hype
And i'm fly as a kite (What)
And you cant see me in my zip
And you cant see in my whip
Leaving the door fully open, i'm a shooter, bitch don't poke it (Pow)
I'm a shooter, bitch don't tote it
When i'm not leaning out, i can rap like Token
My heart is broken, Load up the Lotus
Kamikaze, niggas wouldn't notice
He ain't even notice me
He ain't even notice me
He ain't even notice me
He ain't even notice me (Notice me)
He ain't even notice me (Notice)
He ain't even notice me (Notice me)
He ain't even notice me
He ain't even notice me
He ain't even notice me
He ain't even notice me
He ain't even notice me
He ain't even notice me
He ain't even notice me
He ain't even notice me

Prada and the bands (What)
Prada in the house (What)
Prada for the fans (What), don't leave them out (What)
Oh, he got you mans (Pow), he ain't have no clout (Pow)
I'm proud of you, i go to Prada you
Learn the drip from the shoe
And i'm sick with the flu