RE3EL - R.I.P (feat. Saint Train)

Too hot motherfucker y'all stepped in heat
All volcanoes on my shoes motherfucker it's me
And if they want to get it train for the streets
Motherfucker got it cripping with the stain for the heat
Here we go I got a forty with the lock take get it
They tripping out and if they wanna go and get it
I'm shaking no Ricky Bobby, I'm the motherfucking hit for their knees
Here we go they gotta pray it I'm the king of the streets
Call Mufasa I'm the God
Got it sipping that's a nine
Motherfucker got it I
I just had to take off
Motherfuckers aim to break off
I had to break it off with no make off
They wanna take dames
Motherfucker this Train
Gotta snatch Musain
Tripping ok
Motherfuckers gone hate
Aye but I had to
Take breathes motherfucker this left
And here we go I gotta kick it, I aint kicking like Messi
Aint no soccer player
Played the games
And motherfuckers tryna get it imma snatch they chain
And Mu saying, what you going to do with this
Ke told me get the bag so I'm fooling shit
If they wanna go and get it imma Ludacris but fool and shit, I act like a fool on this and damn
Ugh don't step to me
Motherfuckers tryna get it need a referee
No stripes motherfucker this a check for please
I check Nikes shit, that's a check for me
If they wanna go and get it gotta check for please
Ke told me get the bag so I rep the C's
If they wanna go and get it gotta Glock for the beast and Glock for the east
This forty I got under the seat, it's
Ugh
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Imma keep winning and winning and winning again
You want what I got cause my chick be a ten
Headed downtown and she telling a friend
I gotta Stang ain't whipping no Benz
Losing my focus while drinking this potion, I shouldn't be driving but fuck it I'm coping
You want me to diss but your softer than lotion, I got what I got cause I put it in motion
I hear all the talking
I hear all the dissing
But I don't be tripping cause all of them missing
I
Run with the Mob
That be the squad
We don't applaud the weak shit
Only king shit, that's fitting
We at the top yeah no kidding
I gotta baddie doing my bidding, winning
I don't be losing
Diamonds be dancing up all in a Cuban
Make you see double like I am illusion
I'm up on top and that's why they've been hating so if you don't listen I guess you've been snoozing
Huh, I'm going out of control
Way too much pain that's inside of my soul
Take all my feelings and put them in notes
I cant be switching I'm standing ten toes ugh
We gotta lock on the city and no one can touch it
I gotta new watch and its out of your budget
So you may not like it but all the girls love it, yeah
Moving too humble and keeping it real
I don't be lying bout playing the field
He talking reckless and saying he'll drill
Now Jesus is taking his wheel

Written by:
Devin Alvey

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