ATM Boobi3 - R.I.P BBQ

I just lost my boy that shit was yesterday
I say I put one in the air wish I could see his face
So much pain up in a nigga I wish I could take his place
But that'll be selfish of me cause he'll be hurting today
They say I fell off, well fuck em
I'm still the same ol nigga
Mr two bad bitches
Mr heaven sent dripper
They Crossed Me Out
Left Me For Dead
But I done shook back
I spit that shit that they been waiting on it's some like good crack

Check the stats nigga
I been winning for a min
I'm like Kobe in the fourth
Anybody get can it
Or I'm like rondo onna court
I always keep a 9 with me
I'm like hoe without a job
I'm just tryna get busy

They steady mentioning my name
And I'm just glad that I'm in it
I know they hate to see me like this
I put them niggas in they feelings
They ain't worried bout a nigga they just tryna keep up
It's a couple niggas that switched sides I'm just praying for they luck

That's all I'm saying yeah
But I won't speak on business
Cause if I say the wrong thing
I know they coming to get me
But put a tackle on the board
Cause Ima be the one hit em
Choppa rip the stitches out his cap
Ima open his fitted
My name hold weight
And I'm just running the city
I Ran them racks up with my team
We da ones who was missing
I Check the stats and I was down
And I just had to go get it
I Turn the whole game around
Like I caught me a pic

Check the stats I done came back
And made it in rap
I switch my flow up on these niggas cause they play copy cat
77 762s turn a nigga into bbq
Rip to bbq
Yeah
Rip

Why do the good leave young
And why the young leave for good
Tell yo brother that you love em cause we don't know when
And watch these niggas cause they green
No close friends
And watch these niggas cause they green they play like close friends

Written by:
Carl Matthews III

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