DJ Mustard - R.I.P. (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy] R.I.P it's the remix k**er Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller Trap star, b**h, spell it with a big T Give a damn if I never be a hot MC Cause I'm a hood n***a, first on everybody's list Buy the whole club P, don't f** with no Cris That average a** watch can't f** with my wrist Them average a** hoes can't f** with my b**h To the window, to the motherf**in' wall Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherf**in' mall Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer [Verse 2: Y.G.] R.I.P I wanna k** the judge Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug I'm thirsty, but I don't give a f** f**in' with my ex cause I'm still in love I can teach you how to f** and how to stack money I ain't went Hollywood, you just act funny But I know you want this pipe like a crack bummy Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a crash dummy [Bridge: Y.G. + Young Jeezy] Don't start no sh**, it won't be no sh** I can't take yo b**h if I don't see yo b**h We done seen that snow, Nat Geo b**h Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino b**h [Hook: Young Jeezy] R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just k**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just k**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Turn up in b**h sh** and I'm beamin' and sh** Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and sh** Stomach on belly roll, b**h I'm eatin' and sh** You a vegan and sh**, get off my penis and sh** Look a bad b**h, I back that b**h n***a back back Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad Bags on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up b**h I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up And R.I.P to p-nut, little Eric Mausberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live that Long hair weave with extensions Glock 17 with extension Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic dually T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a p**no movie Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang f** whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name, b**h [Hook: Young Jeezy] R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just k**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just k**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug [Verse 4: Chris Brown] R.I.P. to the V.I.P I got my lil' n***as in the club, f** I.D My n***as k** at will, give you black eyed peas And the molly make the white girl look Chinese OHB, my n***as out here ballin' And all these fake a** artists, y'all n***as out here drawin' Ok now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed And if you started from the bottom gon' and come out the closet You problematic, I bought them ratchets and automatics Clip hold 32, I make you feel the Magic You gon' see the flashes, like you in a pageant All black suits, and them long Caddys [Hook: Young Jeezy] R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just k**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just k**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just k**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just k**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug