"Rip XXX" lyrics
(Haha, niggas crazy)
(I'm with yo-, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
Yeah, Jack, I got all my cake (What? What?)
In the Hills, shawty, I'm havin' some pape' (Say what?)
Yeah, Jack, I pop it like every day (Yeah, Jack)
Yeah, Jack, I pop it like every day (Let's go)
Rap nigga on my phone, but he tried to talk to my bitch (Let's go)
All that cap, we slime shit, you ain't slimey, I'm slime as it gets (Slatt)
I just YSL my goddamn clothes (Let's go), I YSL my fit (On God)
I just YSL my goddamn hoes and I YSL my bitch (And what?)
She got grills, she go crazy, she's a freak (Crazy, she's a freak)
On the right, tooth that bitch, say K3 (Nigga, it say K3)
I got golds in my mouth, nigga, bling (What? What?)
I might fuckin' crash out, shoot your team (I'll shoot your, shoot 'em up)
She actin' friendly, I make that bitch get mean (Bitch)
She actin' friendly, I make that bitch get mean (Let's go)
I'll make a ho get mean, for real, yeah (Say what?)
Yeah (What?), see what I'm sayin? (What? Woah, what? Woah, what?)
Bitch (What?), bitch (Woah)
Bitch (Woah), bitch (Woah)
What's poppin'?
Yeah, Jack, I got all my cake (What? What?)
In the Hills, shawty, I'm havin' some pape' (Say what?)
Yeah, Jack, I pop it like every day (Yeah, Jack)
Yeah, Jack, I pop it like every day (Let's go)
She finna roll up for me (She finna roll up), shit
I told her, "Roll up my weed," shit (What?)
I hit that ho, then I leave (What?), shit
I'm never cappin' (Slatt)
She thought I was cappin' (What?)
I ain't doin' no actin', shawty, on God, I'm for real (I'm for real)
I told 'em, "I don't need no marketing, take that shit out my deal" (Bitch)
I pop that A20 every day, I love my pills (Pop it, pop it)
I know my flows sick, they be crazy, they be ill
And I ain't even talkin' 'bout banana
I seen my opp, I shoot, I peel (Boom, baow)
I'm doin' a million in a week, bitch, I'm the real deal (What? Bitch, I'm bad)
Yeah, Jack, I got all my cake (What? What?)
In the Hills, shawty, I'm havin' some pape' (Say what?)
Yeah, Jack, I pop it like every day (Yeah, Jack)
Yeah, Jack, I pop it like every day (Let's go)
I'm tellin' my brothers I love 'em (Slatt)
I'm tellin' my queen, "I love you" (I love you, what?)
I'm clockin' his motherfuckin' tea (What?)
Yeah, your momma, she gon' get clapped too (Bitch, get clapped)
Fuck your momma, yeah, fuck your daddy (Nigga, fuck your daddy)
Fuck your cousin and fuck your granny (Don't give a fuck)
She throwin' cheeks, I ain't even talkin' 'bout Sandy (Woah)
On my 2Pac shit, I feel like Makaveli (I feel like Pac)
Okay, let's go
Let's go
(I'm with yo-, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
Yeah, Jack, I got all my cake (What? What?)
In the Hills, shawty, I'm havin' some pape' (Say what?)
Yeah, Jack, I pop it like every day (Yeah, Jack)
Yeah, Jack, I pop it like every day (Let's go)
Rap nigga on my phone, but he tried to talk to my bitch (Let's go)
All that cap, we slime shit, you ain't slimey, I'm slime as it gets (Slatt)
I just YSL my goddamn clothes (Let's go), I YSL my fit (On God)
I just YSL my goddamn hoes and I YSL my bitch (And what?)
She got grills, she go crazy, she's a freak (Crazy, she's a freak)
On the right, tooth that bitch, say K3 (Nigga, it say K3)
I got golds in my mouth, nigga, bling (What? What?)
I might fuckin' crash out, shoot your team (I'll shoot your, shoot 'em up)
She actin' friendly, I make that bitch get mean (Bitch)
She actin' friendly, I make that bitch get mean (Let's go)
I'll make a ho get mean, for real, yeah (Say what?)
Yeah (What?), see what I'm sayin? (What? Woah, what? Woah, what?)
Bitch (What?), bitch (Woah)
Bitch (Woah), bitch (Woah)
What's poppin'?
Yeah, Jack, I got all my cake (What? What?)
In the Hills, shawty, I'm havin' some pape' (Say what?)
Yeah, Jack, I pop it like every day (Yeah, Jack)
Yeah, Jack, I pop it like every day (Let's go)
She finna roll up for me (She finna roll up), shit
I told her, "Roll up my weed," shit (What?)
I hit that ho, then I leave (What?), shit
I'm never cappin' (Slatt)
She thought I was cappin' (What?)
I ain't doin' no actin', shawty, on God, I'm for real (I'm for real)
I told 'em, "I don't need no marketing, take that shit out my deal" (Bitch)
I pop that A20 every day, I love my pills (Pop it, pop it)
I know my flows sick, they be crazy, they be ill
And I ain't even talkin' 'bout banana
I seen my opp, I shoot, I peel (Boom, baow)
I'm doin' a million in a week, bitch, I'm the real deal (What? Bitch, I'm bad)
Yeah, Jack, I got all my cake (What? What?)
In the Hills, shawty, I'm havin' some pape' (Say what?)
Yeah, Jack, I pop it like every day (Yeah, Jack)
Yeah, Jack, I pop it like every day (Let's go)
I'm tellin' my brothers I love 'em (Slatt)
I'm tellin' my queen, "I love you" (I love you, what?)
I'm clockin' his motherfuckin' tea (What?)
Yeah, your momma, she gon' get clapped too (Bitch, get clapped)
Fuck your momma, yeah, fuck your daddy (Nigga, fuck your daddy)
Fuck your cousin and fuck your granny (Don't give a fuck)
She throwin' cheeks, I ain't even talkin' 'bout Sandy (Woah)
On my 2Pac shit, I feel like Makaveli (I feel like Pac)
Okay, let's go
Let's go
