R.I.P. (Remix) (feat. Young Jeezy)

Young Jeezy:

R.I.P it's the remix, killer

Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller

Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T

Give a damn if I never be a hot MC

Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's list

Buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no Cris

That average ass watch can't fuck with my wrist

Them average ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch

To the window, to the motherfuckin' wall

Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall

Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer

R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer

YG:

R.I.P I wanna kill the judge

Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug

I'm thirsty, but I don't give a fuck

Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in love

I can teach you how to fuck 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

YG and Young Jeezy:

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

I can't take yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch

We done seen that snow, Nat Geo bitch

Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino bitch

Young Jeezy:

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.

R.I.P. we just killed the club

Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.

R.I.P. we just killed the club

Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug

Kendrick Lamar:

Turn up in bitch shit and I'm beamin' and shit

Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and shit

Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit

You a vegan and shit, get off my penis and shit

Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back back

Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad

Bags on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up

Bitch I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up

And R.I.P to p-nut, little

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 porno movie

Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang

Fuck whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name

Young Jeezy:

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.

R.I.P. we just killed the club

Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.

R.I.P. we just killed the club

Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug

Chris Brown:

R.I.P. to the V.I.P.

I got my lil' niggas in the club, fuck I.D.

My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas

And the molly make the white girl look Chinese

Always Bre, my niggas out here ballin'

And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas 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

Young Jeezy:

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.

R.I.P. we just killed the club

Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.

R.I.P. we just killed the club

Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.

R.I.P. we just killed the club

Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.

R.I.P. we just killed the club

Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug