lirik lagu r.i.p – k-fix
[hook]
r-i-p
when they play the beat i’m guaranteed to
r-i-p
if you fucking with my gs i make you
r-i-p
fucking with the family is guaranteed you
r-i-p
(had to get up with a nigga wonder will the lord forgive me.)
[verse:1 k-fix]
(fix niggaa)
ride on the blade
high off the haze
blowing the k!ller kush got my mind in a daze
moving through the city smoking the finest of the state
if i don’t get my swisher full of pine
when i ride through the hay
druggin and i’m thuggin steady puffin till i’m bussin
while im whipping in my bucket and my triggers go “what happened?” they slam and they gotta grab me ’bout to smoke up the fam
and i’m on a mission, on my grind till i’m lying in my grave
makin a k!llin so it’s a given a nigga smokin, k!ll
feel like a militant tool strapped with them choppers on the real
whippin the caddy with the vertical grin when i’m on the pill
but nevertheless i’m givin the best cause i’m hustlin that’s what it is
with my mind on my mill, mills on my mind
i been poppin percocet 30s but i’m still on the grind
whippin the wheel, i recline
the bottled plan i finna crack this in my cigarillo, man it’s filled up with pine
i be with the nigga ish who would be focused on the paper chase
i’m tryna eat em till i scr-pe the plate, stay the fuck away from things that hate us
i will never let them make a record nigga load the clip and chop em up just like i’m stabbin steak
i’m tryna make a way for me to eat until i’m all stuffed
choppin i got this shit to sell for niggas gettin sober
go and have cold cuts
‘posed to run up with him now they posted on that sixty shot and not the kind you both tug
roll up, tag the toe, smokin the ganja, i’m making the sum, gimme the goodie i’m breaking it up and i’m finna say go when i’m takin a puff, gimme the bridge and you making it up, coming and choppin, i’m c-ckin the automatic toys just because you boys want to play with us
put me on the track, i’m a savage, i’m causing damage, all i really need is some of the cali ’cause i’m an addict
gotta have it, finna get rich on my talent that’s automatic
causin havoc when i come around, nationwide or underground
[hook x 2]
r-i-p
when they play the beat i’m guaranteed to
r-i-p
if you fucking with my gs i make you
r-i-p
fucking with the family is guaranteed you
r-i-p
(had to get up with a nigga wonder will the lord forgive me.)
[verse 2: k-fix]
i’m at the point of no return
can’t even turn on my stereo without hearin’ no shit that make me wanna shoot it with a weapon
i’m aggravated and furious
everything i been hearing is
imitations and niggas who rappin bout what they selling
and guaranteed the majority be traiton on rags
talkin about the cr-p on poverty and makin on racks
say they keeping it 100, never statin no facts
fuck it, even though i never left, my nigga, i’m back
it’s the nigga named fix
when they play that instrumental guaranteed i’m finna rip it like it ain’t shit
runnin up on me, nigga’s a goner, burn him like a blank disc
ready for melody, gonna be bettered, ‘fo the yellow tape lift
while i’m benevolent, i’m hella sick, the one who straight rips
smokin the cannabis, sippin the medicine until i’m straight lit
talkin about the pistol clack, spray no hesitation
finna be c-ckin it back and poppin, yeah that’s how we rockin
creepin and comin to k!ll em without all my niggas ain’t finna get wet i’m a thug
comin and stompin, they finna get weak, the moment i poppin them leavin the blood
fillin em up with the venom, he better be duckin’, i know somebody get up
really not giving a fuck, i be comin and poppin the clip and i’m makin a buck
leavin a niggas disgusted, i’m finna get rid of all my adversaries
hard to start the ben and jerry, leavin them in the cemetery
done and buried, kinda like my competition, and that shit is scary
hoppin’ in from memphis i can chop em like the military
plus i got a gun that’s big enough to k!ll an elephant, and ain’t nobody fuckin with me, get you niggas hella bent
i’m devilish, catchin em with the hairnet, no surprise, i’m finna stack em with the flies, then i get rid of the evidence
you messin with the fam and now you niggas gotta get it, when a chopper start to spittin, i be choppin em up into pieces
load up my lyrical ammuniton, put it to your noggin’, pop it
father, please forgive a g for makin’ ’em rest in pieces
[hook x 2]
r-i-p
when they play the beat i’m guaranteed to
r-i-p
if you fucking with my gs i make you
r-i-p
fucking with the family is guaranteed you
r-i-p
(had to get up with a nigga wonder will the lord forgive me.)
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