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rest in piss - bandgang masoe lyrics

[intro: bandgang masoe]
first move, get the cake (come on p)
shee
first move, huh
yeah

[verse 1: bandgang masoe]
first move, get the cake
ever since i got the cartier, hoes say i’m fake, b*tch, i’m straight
lookin’ for the drank, i hit every pharm’ in the state
like jake, livin’ great
like the snakes, i got a glock for ’em
i been gettin’ so much money, i done stopped flowin’
don’t say r.i.p. that man if you ain’t pop for him
don’t say r.i.p. that man if you ain’t pop for him

[verse 2: onfully]
me and boom, that’s my dog like jordan and pippen
throwin’ seven at your ass, but i ain’t givin’ digits
n*ggas talkin’ loose on social media to get attention
i can tell when you snake, you get to actin’ different
don’t say r.i.p. that man if you n*ggas ain’t pop sh*t
i stay on your lil’ b*tch mind, she think i’m toxic
blow your brains on the wall like the tv mounted
i’m out of town sellin’ dope, somewhere in the mountains
[verse 3: the godfather]
yeah, every n*gga i lost in the streets, i spint the block for ’em
you can leave the 40, but the fn and the chop goin’
never say r.i.p. that man if you ain’t pop for him
they call me james harden, n*gga, ’cause i keep scorin’
(boom, keep goin’)
f*ck it, mas, i’ma keep goin’
hundred on the drac’, hook comin’, and i’m still blowin’
i ain’t got license to carry this, bl!ck still showin’
i can say rest in peace my n*gga ’cause i k!lled for him

[verse 4: bandgang masoe]
for sh*t sure, rest in peace the guys, free the ones that’s comin’ home
we don’t false claim bodies, if we diss, we sent ’em home
fully*automatic, b*b*bad to the bone
pull up, strip a n*gga whole block, free stone
a soul sn*tcher, feds can’t grab him
better know we keep sticks like we goin’ campin’
f*ckin’ with some rich white b*tches from the hampton
they was probably mad we smoked they homie, sh*t, but i was happy

[interlude: onfully, the godfather & bandgang masoe]
why you said r.i.p. and you ain’t k!lled sh*t?
you know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga
money
[verse 5: onfully, the godfather & bandgang masoe]
why you said r.i.p. and you ain’t k!lled sh*t?
i can’t even tell you ’bout them times we took them field trips
guaranteed a n*gga checked out when we slid, b*tch
arm, leg, arm, head, head, no witnesses
dog dead, put his ass to bed in remembrance
wasn’t lookin’ in the rearview, he ain’t even see the blitz
got his ass caught up in the ‘net, b*tch, i like to fish
gotta hold fully with both hands ’cause that b*tch’ll glitch
then cl!ck, that’s when i start shootin’ my other bl!ck
n*gga you irrelevant, i’ll k!ll you for the f*ck of it
this trigger on my glock is my spouse, i love f*ckin’ it
hot sh*lls rippin’ out the k, burnin’ through sh*t
12 took bricks off the streets, he a nuisance
i’ll make change out your five*dollar ass, keep your two cents
loose lips’ll sink a cruise ship
don’t say r.i.p. that man if you ain’t do sh*t

[outro]
(come on p)

- bandgang masoe lyrics

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