R.I.P it's the remix, killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, (*##$, spell it with a big T

Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood ^!$$%, first on everybody's list
Buy the whole club P, don't $#&@ with no Cris

That average $$# watch can't $#&@ with my wrist
Them average $$# hoes can't $#&@ with my (*##$
To the window, to the mother$#&@in' wall

Enough money in my jeans to buy a mother$#&@in' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer


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 $#&@
$#&@in' with my ex cause I'm still in love
I can teach you how to $#&@ 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 %#@!, it won't be no %#@!

I can't take yo (*##$ if I don't see yo (*##$
We done seen that snow, Nat Geo (*##$
Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino (*##$


Chorus:


R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug


Turn up in (*##$ %#@! and I'm beamin' and %#@!
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and %#@!

Stomach on belly roll, (*##$ I'm eatin' and %#@!
You a vegan and %#@!, get off my ^&@#$ and %#@!
Look a bad (*##$, I back that (*##$ ^!$$% back back

Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up
(*##$ 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 !@$^o movie

Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang
$#&@ whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name


Chorus:

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

R.I.P. we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug


R.I.P. to the V.I.P.
I got my lil' ^!$$%s in the club, $#&@ I.D.
My ^!$$%s kill at will, give you black eyed peas

And the molly make the white girl look Chinese
Always Bre, my ^!$$%s out here ballin'
And all these fake $$# artists, y'all ^!$$%s 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


Chorus:


R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P.
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug