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r.i.p. - lil poppa lyrics

[intro]
d*mn it, franchise, you did it again
iceberg want a bag, b*tch

[verse 1]
why these n*ggas payin’ for attention?
puttin’ me in they mentions
playin’ like we don’t stand on business
sh*t, all the opps been missin’
bag on my head, come get it
bet not be no less than fifty
better send your best to get me
guaranteed he restin’ with me
can’t lie, i’m 3d high
can’t let a n*gga rest in p*ss me
can’t f*ck with me in the streets
so try their best to diss me
them n*ggas round ain’t even your n*ggas
right price, i’ll have them flip you
every week youngin gotta new pistol
smashed he don’t give a f*ck who with you

[chorus]
hold on, i’m talkin’ too much, i’m trippin’
i ain’t goin’ back and forth i’m busy
say you wanna go to war, i’m with it
go wherever i want in my city
pop out no less than fifty
pop out, don’t think he slippin’
3.5 my blunt, i’m trippin’
can’t let a n*gga rest in p*ss me
get high thinkin’ ’bout my n*gga
why he died? wish he was with me
i ain’t goin’ out behind these b*tches
you’ll die before i let you trick me
and you ain’t the one doing the k!llin’
let me hush, i’ma mind my business
i don’t need another n*gga ridin’ with me
just me, lil quez and that glizzy
[verse 2]
can’t let a n*gga rest in p*ss me
ten on a n*gga head, mike bibby
and free kk, we miss ’em
think i even signed the petition
i’m out west ridin’ with a k!ller
when i talk he don’t even wanna listen
he don’t even want the money this personal
but if he get a headshot, i’m tippin’
i got blood on these, i’m drippin’
doughboy, can’t go like ricky
his homeboy ain’t make it to christmas
he doing that dissin’, he trippin’
i don’t know what he on, can’t pay me to listen
i heard your lil’ song, come pay me a visit
free cp3 up out of that prison ain’t ran down on a n*gga
in a minute i know he miss it
ayy, desi block die behind my blizzy
like on the ave, this sh*t get litty
ayy, i heard jalen left his mans
that wasn’t the plan but they ain’t finished
i want ’em all, same sentence
r.i.p. my dawgs and i meant it
and they gone say the gang did it
ain’t no sense of hidin’ this sh*t, let’s get it
[chorus]
hold on, i’m talkin’ too much, i’m trippin’
i ain’t goin’ back and forth i’m busy
say you wanna go to war, i’m with it
go wherever i want in my city
pop out no less than fifty
pop out, don’t think he slippin’
3.5 my blunt, i’m trippin’
can’t let a n*gga rest in p*ss me
get high thinkin’ ’bout my n*gga
why he died? wish he was with me
i ain’t goin’ out behind these b*tches
you’ll die before i let you trick me
and you ain’t the one doing the k!llin’
let me hush, i’ma mind my business
i don’t need another n*gga ridin’ with me
just me, lil quez and that glizzy

- lil poppa lyrics

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