"RIP Doe B" lyrics
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Uh, ridin' 'round loaded, Ziploc bags and a scale with me
I ain't gon' lie, by now, I pictured Lil Ray there with me
If my day one ain't tell, I'd have Mansur and Trell with me
This shit fucked up, you can't even tell who'll tell, nigga
Give a fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, your bitch know I'm a real nigga
Won't play 'bout my members, get out of line and they gon' deal with you
I'm talkin' 'bout keep my stick like polo
We ride with Tommy, ain't talkin' 'bout Hilfiger
Been 'bout it since a lil' nigga
Tighten up your cleats, get in the field, nigga
Spoil the bitch if she don't ask, don't give her nothin' if she a gold-digger
Nigga play with me, I drop that bag, won't run from no nigga
And I know niggas who know niggas who tryna up the score, nigga
You can't fool me, you a ho, nigga, bitch, I got hollow tips in this four-nickel
Ayy, my daddy was a kingpin and he taught me the ropes
Havin' power like I'm Curtis Jackson, got ghost soon as I seen them folks
All this shit be off the head, I don't remember that last time I seen a note
Been sellin' 'fore I seen the boat
So much bread, niggas ain't seen a loaf
Niggas 'round me shootin' out the gate, so watch how you approach
Slidin' in Phantoms, turn opps to ghosts
Got no manners, so watch your ho
Niggas sneaky, so watch your bro
Niggas snitchin', so watch your folks
Seen a gangster go to prison, turn sissy, I heard he droppin' soap
This shit deep, got out the car, he put the pistol under my seat
But you know me
I ain't snitch, just kept it G 'cause I'm too street
I catch his opp, his ass deceased
Call him my brother, so that's my beef
I'll bend your block, bitch, use your feet
Ridin' in a Jeep, know how we creep
Uh, ridin' 'round loaded, Ziploc bags and a scale with me
I ain't gon' lie, by now, I pictured Lil Ray there with me
If my day one ain't tell, I'd have Mansur and Trell with me
This shit fucked up, you can't even tell who'll tell, nigga
Give a fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, your bitch know I'm a real nigga
Won't play 'bout my members, get out of line and they gon' deal with you
I'm talkin' 'bout keep my stick like polo
We ride with Tommy, ain't talkin' 'bout Hilfiger
Ayy, been 'bout it since a lil' nigga
Tighten up your cleats, get in the field, nigga
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Uh, ridin' 'round loaded, Ziploc bags and a scale with me
I ain't gon' lie, by now, I pictured Lil Ray there with me
If my day one ain't tell, I'd have Mansur and Trell with me
This shit fucked up, you can't even tell who'll tell, nigga
Give a fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, your bitch know I'm a real nigga
Won't play 'bout my members, get out of line and they gon' deal with you
I'm talkin' 'bout keep my stick like polo
We ride with Tommy, ain't talkin' 'bout Hilfiger
Been 'bout it since a lil' nigga
Tighten up your cleats, get in the field, nigga
Spoil the bitch if she don't ask, don't give her nothin' if she a gold-digger
Nigga play with me, I drop that bag, won't run from no nigga
And I know niggas who know niggas who tryna up the score, nigga
You can't fool me, you a ho, nigga, bitch, I got hollow tips in this four-nickel
Ayy, my daddy was a kingpin and he taught me the ropes
Havin' power like I'm Curtis Jackson, got ghost soon as I seen them folks
All this shit be off the head, I don't remember that last time I seen a note
Been sellin' 'fore I seen the boat
So much bread, niggas ain't seen a loaf
Niggas 'round me shootin' out the gate, so watch how you approach
Slidin' in Phantoms, turn opps to ghosts
Got no manners, so watch your ho
Niggas sneaky, so watch your bro
Niggas snitchin', so watch your folks
Seen a gangster go to prison, turn sissy, I heard he droppin' soap
This shit deep, got out the car, he put the pistol under my seat
But you know me
I ain't snitch, just kept it G 'cause I'm too street
I catch his opp, his ass deceased
Call him my brother, so that's my beef
I'll bend your block, bitch, use your feet
Ridin' in a Jeep, know how we creep
Uh, ridin' 'round loaded, Ziploc bags and a scale with me
I ain't gon' lie, by now, I pictured Lil Ray there with me
If my day one ain't tell, I'd have Mansur and Trell with me
This shit fucked up, you can't even tell who'll tell, nigga
Give a fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, your bitch know I'm a real nigga
Won't play 'bout my members, get out of line and they gon' deal with you
I'm talkin' 'bout keep my stick like polo
We ride with Tommy, ain't talkin' 'bout Hilfiger
Ayy, been 'bout it since a lil' nigga
Tighten up your cleats, get in the field, nigga
