Lil-Freezy - R.I.P. (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil-Freezy] R.I.P I juss k**ed the game It goes F.R.E Freeze is the name I started from the bottom now I'm at the f**in top Went from makin lil change to makin some large gwap Got the paper and I'm stackin All dem hoes that I be mackin I'm a jokester get to crackin Now I'm rappin and I'm rackin up All that dough but I ain't makin a cake Gotta girl witta cake and she makin it shake Don't shake too hard girl put on tha breaks I'mma pray oh gawd for lords heaven sakes Man I'm ballin in dis b**h and I'm tryna juss get a shot Goin splashin in'er p**y I'm ridin up in a yacht Damn I gotta couple mixtapes still goin strong I got fans from the bay all the way to Hong Kong I'm juss doin what I'm doin I'm juss movin along Couple years and I'mma have ya b**h singin my song Like [Verse 2: 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 3: 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. and 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 x2] R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P R.I.P. we just k**ed the club Took patron to the head, almost k**ed a thug [Verse 4: 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 [Hook: Young Jeezy x2] [Verse 5: 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 O.H.B., 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 rachets 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 [Verse 6: 2 Chainz] Got a pocket full of dead prez Attatched to your girl like a .jpeg Party scene turn to a murder scene Keep sh**tin on n***as, need potty train Turn up, collard green Im on gasoline and Im on that promethazine Life ain't nothin but a G thing Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string Im the type of n***a thats built to last You f** with me, Ill put my foot in your a** I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall That you might need a giraffe When you was countin this cash, n***a! [Hook: Young Jeezy x4]