YoungBoy Never Broke Again - RIP lyrics

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Mothaf** them n***as and what they say about me (said ’bout me) You do too much talkin’, you a fed, prolly (fed, prolly) Drive-by in my pocket, got them dead bodies (dead bodies) My Goyard look like morgues, that’s them dead bodies (dead bodies) [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.) 30 thousand, I just hit for three (I hit for three) R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.) Don’t pay these b**hes, she gon’ f** for free (she gon’ f** for free) R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.) I’m in that foreign, that’s like 60 G’s (that’s like 60 G’s) R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.) Dead prezis, I’m on a k**in’ spree (k**in’) [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] k**in’ spree (spree), covered in Supreme (yeah) Strapped with a beam, with them racks all in my jeans (all in my jeans) Brand new Benz (Benz), that’s a hundred G’s (a hundred G’s) If I drop 20, I’ll most likely hit for three (yeah, yeah) Foreign keys, droppin’ the top when I hop in the Bentley I’m takin’ the doors off the Lamb’, these n***as be hatin’, they say that it’s rented (rented) Overseas, .38 Baby, deposit, they sent it (sent it) I’m takin’ off 23, no Michael Jordan, I cover myself in Givenchy I do too much flexin’, what they say about me (what they say about me) Dead prezis in my pocket, that’s your head, prolly (that’s your head prolly) He do too much talkin’, he on meds, prolly (he on meds, prolly) But I’m screamin’ f** them n***as and what they say about me ‘Cause I’m steady hollerin’ [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Offset] R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.) 30 thousand (thousand), I just hit for three (I hit for three) R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.) Don’t pay these b**hes, she gon’ f** for free (she gon’ f** for free) R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P., hey) I’m in that foreign, that’s like 60 G’s (that’s like 60 G’s) R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.) Dead prezis (dead), I’m on a k**in’ spree (k**in’) [Verse 2: Offset] Catch him down bad, he sleep, stackin’ bodies out here, [?] Black coupe look like [?], gang full of hyenas Sippin’ on drank, I’m gettin’ paranoid, what’s that noise? (Woo!) f**in’ on somebody’s b**h tonight, it’s yours, is it yours? (Which one) Smokin’ on cookie blunts so much you smell it out my pores (smell it) I got this dick on me now and I don’t wanna shoot, but you feelin’ the [?] MC Hammer like Thor (hammer time), she wanna f**, sure I sh** on your cow manure, empty my clip and my wrist is sore We want action All my n***as in the field, n***a, what’s happenin’? Laws of attraction Hit him with the bu*t of the steel like I’m baseball battin’, never subtractin’ P-90 hit, no kick, it split and turn your a** to a fraction My wrist is list, I’m Mr. Drippy-Drip, I’m givin’ out cla**es [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.) 30 thousand, I just hit for three (I hit for three) R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.) Don’t pay these b**hes, she gon’ f** for free (she gon’ f** for free) R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.) I’m in that foreign, that’s like 60 G’s (that’s like 60 G’s) R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.) Dead prezis, I’m on a k**in’ spree (k**in’)