RIP

Robert Velasquez

She show off her pics
I show out the fit
And she gotta mitch yeah
I'ma get rich
Shorty gets down
Baby you lit
And you gotta a problem
You messing with him
I'm sliding through
Hop in the coupe
Baby you're rude
I know I am too
You tried my stick
You drink my juice
I drop you off
Grab onto my tool
I act a fool
And that's not who I am
It's bout what I do
My feelings on 10
Cause I caught them for you
Moving at rapid speed
Moving so drastically
Do it so causally
Did it like we done it before
I know you wanted some more
The only reason that you call
Why you gotta press ignore
"Why you even texting me?"
Why you asking if I drink
Girl you know that I poet every weekend with my team
Pull up jeweled up to the scene
Noticed you eyeballing me
Girl I know you want some meat
Ima slide down your street, let's go hangout at the beach
Girl I'm chilling by the sea, ain't shit about to bother me
Got me feeling like I'm meek
My shit loud you got weak
Don't worry, I'ma leave
Only see you in my dreams
What you doing what's this mean
I can"t hang around no fiends
Fuck around and catch a fee
R-I-P, R-I-P
R-I-P to the vros, the ones who not here no more
I am sorry if i went ghost
I had go on my own
R-I-P to the most
Of course let's have a toast
Praise the ones from before
Way before
Yeah I know
You know I miss you when you gone
You know that I can feel the vibe is wrong
Wish you'd just pick up the phone
To tell me everything ain't personal
Hard to feel safe in my home
They got some grudges I might just head out to Rome
Ain't in my budget but you know it's in my zone
"On call big bro"
I'm here to go ball out and she want a Bentley
Testing her patience she wanna end me
Yeah my life private they wanna end me
Don't get me violent
Back how we left it
Feeling bad again
Oh my bad again
Oh my fault you sad again
Then we be back again
Oh my god we crashed again
R-I-P to the vros, the ones who not here no more
I am sorry if I went ghost
I had go on my own
R-I-P to the most
Of course let's have a toast
Praise the ones from before
Way before
Yeah I know
I'm sliding through
Hop in the coupe
Baby you're rude
I know I am too
You tried my stick
You drink my juice
I drop you off
Grab onto my tool
I act a fool
(You drink my juice)
(Baby you're rude)

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