"R1p Ma1" lyrics
(feat. mikebrokeasf)
Shikumaru DRKSHDW got these hoes paralyzed
Hysteric Glam' make these ho's act hysterical
I was geeked up off the shroom edibles
Hit your main from the back, said my dick so incredible (Blood, darkness, come onto me)
Chrome Hearts, hell yeah, I put it on
Hoes go insane every time that they hear my song
Runnin' up a check, then I heard 'em say "Go" (L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape)
R.I.P. Mai, I can't believe that you gone
R.I.P. Mai, I can't believe that you gone
I'm gettin' high wonderin' what the fuck wrong
Weird ass fan make a nigga so uncomfortable (Massacre)
Try to reach for my chain, it's a funeral (Hahaha)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (There's no turning back)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
R.I.P. Mai, R.I.P. Kawaii
Got my heart gettin' colder as the days go by
I'll try anything to bring 'em back to life
Livin' in a nightmare, and I ain't asking why (Nightmare)
I'm an asshole, bitch, no, I'm not polite
Know I'm livin' wrong, 'cause ain't shit going right
Heartless, so I'ma fuck her friend out of spite
Young Vamp nigga, pourin' blood in the Sprite
Hellcat skrrt, rev the engine at the light
Every city that I'm in, I'm with a different vibe
I've been fuckin' plenty hoes, all different types
Beam on the Glock, sendin' shots, so precise (Bloodbath)
Say you gon' fight, boy, you must be high
.44, red dot right between your eyes
Fuck you sayin? I'll fuck your wife
In the back of the club, feelin' on her thighs
Shikumaru dark shadow, got these hoes paralyzed
Hysteric Glam' make these ho's act hysterical
I was geeked up off the shrooms, edibles
Hit your main from the back, said my dick so incredible
Chrome Hearts, hell yeah, I put it on
Ho's go insane every time that they hear my song
Runnin' up a check, then I heard 'em say "Go"
R.I.P. Mai, I can't believe that you gone
R.I.P. Mai, I can't believe that you gone
I'm gettin' high wonderin' what the fuck went wrong
Weird ass fan make a nigga so uncomfortable
Try to reach for my chain it's a funeral
Front row, rockstar, from all these clones
I was just at Evanora crib sleepin' on the floor
Now I walk inside the mall, and I got them rolls
Bitches screamin', "Hi-C," everywhere I go
Rick Owens trench coat, yeah, I do the most
I'm fuckin' different hoes, yeah, coast to coast
That's your main bitch, damn, drank my load
Hit your main from the back then adios
I was with a ho, tell her "Adios"
Said she tryna pull up, I tell her, "Vamonos"
I got a Mexican shooter, that's my vato
Damn, got a Mexican shooter, shout out Pablo
And I'm pushin' shit like I'm Pablo
And I'm pushin' shit, trap next to me
Ridin' 'round with a felony
Bitch I'm in a AMG, ridin' with a felony
I call that bitch "My bitch," she can't know that
Walk in, feel like I'm Kodak
Oh, he talkin' big boy shit, we push his 'fro back
I just fuckin' left N.Y.C., I'm tryna go back
I got a vibe in N.Y.C., I need to go back
Walk in the party, where the smoke at?
Walk out the party drunk as fuck, had to take a piss
Nigga lookin' tough, we get to takin' shit
I'll cook a ho up like some bacon bits
Nigga lookin' tough, we get to takin' shit
Nigga lookin' tough, we get to takin' shit
Nigga lookin' tough, we get to—
Nigga, you ain't tough, cause you lie
And I'm neat, give a fuck 'bout a job
Really feel like, fuck a job
Livin' life, like, fuck a job
Give a fuck 'bout a job
And I'm living life, like, fuck a job
Hysteric Glam' make these ho's act hysterical
I was geeked up off the shroom edibles
Hit your main from the back, said my dick so incredible (Blood, darkness, come onto me)
Chrome Hearts, hell yeah, I put it on
Hoes go insane every time that they hear my song
Runnin' up a check, then I heard 'em say "Go" (L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape)
R.I.P. Mai, I can't believe that you gone
R.I.P. Mai, I can't believe that you gone
I'm gettin' high wonderin' what the fuck wrong
Weird ass fan make a nigga so uncomfortable (Massacre)
Try to reach for my chain, it's a funeral (Hahaha)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (There's no turning back)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
R.I.P. Mai, R.I.P. Kawaii
Got my heart gettin' colder as the days go by
I'll try anything to bring 'em back to life
Livin' in a nightmare, and I ain't asking why (Nightmare)
I'm an asshole, bitch, no, I'm not polite
Know I'm livin' wrong, 'cause ain't shit going right
Heartless, so I'ma fuck her friend out of spite
Young Vamp nigga, pourin' blood in the Sprite
Hellcat skrrt, rev the engine at the light
Every city that I'm in, I'm with a different vibe
I've been fuckin' plenty hoes, all different types
Beam on the Glock, sendin' shots, so precise (Bloodbath)
Say you gon' fight, boy, you must be high
.44, red dot right between your eyes
Fuck you sayin? I'll fuck your wife
In the back of the club, feelin' on her thighs
Shikumaru dark shadow, got these hoes paralyzed
Hysteric Glam' make these ho's act hysterical
I was geeked up off the shrooms, edibles
Hit your main from the back, said my dick so incredible
Chrome Hearts, hell yeah, I put it on
Ho's go insane every time that they hear my song
Runnin' up a check, then I heard 'em say "Go"
R.I.P. Mai, I can't believe that you gone
R.I.P. Mai, I can't believe that you gone
I'm gettin' high wonderin' what the fuck went wrong
Weird ass fan make a nigga so uncomfortable
Try to reach for my chain it's a funeral
Front row, rockstar, from all these clones
I was just at Evanora crib sleepin' on the floor
Now I walk inside the mall, and I got them rolls
Bitches screamin', "Hi-C," everywhere I go
Rick Owens trench coat, yeah, I do the most
I'm fuckin' different hoes, yeah, coast to coast
That's your main bitch, damn, drank my load
Hit your main from the back then adios
I was with a ho, tell her "Adios"
Said she tryna pull up, I tell her, "Vamonos"
I got a Mexican shooter, that's my vato
Damn, got a Mexican shooter, shout out Pablo
And I'm pushin' shit like I'm Pablo
And I'm pushin' shit, trap next to me
Ridin' 'round with a felony
Bitch I'm in a AMG, ridin' with a felony
I call that bitch "My bitch," she can't know that
Walk in, feel like I'm Kodak
Oh, he talkin' big boy shit, we push his 'fro back
I just fuckin' left N.Y.C., I'm tryna go back
I got a vibe in N.Y.C., I need to go back
Walk in the party, where the smoke at?
Walk out the party drunk as fuck, had to take a piss
Nigga lookin' tough, we get to takin' shit
I'll cook a ho up like some bacon bits
Nigga lookin' tough, we get to takin' shit
Nigga lookin' tough, we get to takin' shit
Nigga lookin' tough, we get to—
Nigga, you ain't tough, cause you lie
And I'm neat, give a fuck 'bout a job
Really feel like, fuck a job
Livin' life, like, fuck a job
Give a fuck 'bout a job
And I'm living life, like, fuck a job
