Lil Poppa – R.I.P. lyrics

Damn it, Franchise, you did it again
Iceberg want a bag, b****

Why these n***** payin’ for attention?
Puttin’ me in they mentions
Playin’ like we don’t stand on business
S***, 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**** rest in piss me
Can’t f*** with me in the streets
So try their best to diss me
Them n***** round ain’t even your n*****
Right price, I’ll have them flip you
Every week youngin gotta new pistol
Smashed he don’t give a f*** who with you

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**** rest in piss me
Get high thinkin’ ’bout my n****
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain’t goin’ out behind these b******
You’ll die before I let you trick me
And you ain’t the one doing the killin’
Let me hush, I’ma mind my business
I don’t need another n**** ridin’ with me
Just me, Lil Quez and that Glizzy

Can’t let a n**** rest in piss me
Ten on a n**** head, Mike Bibby
And free KK, we miss ’em
Think I even signed the petition
I’m out west ridin’ with a killer
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****
In a minute I know he miss it
Ayy, Desi Block die behind my blizzy
Like on the Ave, this s*** 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 s***, let’s get it

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**** rest in piss me
Get high thinkin’ ’bout my n****
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain’t goin’ out behind these b******
You’ll die before I let you trick me
And you ain’t the one doing the killin’
Let me hush, I’ma mind my business
I don’t need another n**** ridin’ with me
Just me, Lil Quez and that Glizzy