RIP Roach lyrics

[Intro: XXXTENTACION & Stain]
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Ayy
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Ayy, ayy
(n*gga, where the f*ck is the...?)
Ayy

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Cocaine for my breakfast (What?)
Hold that pistol ambidextrous, uh (Yeah, yeah)
pus*y boy talk reckless (Ayy)
He might end up on a stretcher, uh (Yeah, b*tch)
f*ck with my set (Ayy)
You get wet, like a pus*y, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Sauce, what I spilled (Yeah, yeah)
On my kilt, she need milk, okay, like (Ayy, ayy)
XXX on a killstreak, huh (b*tch)
You pus*y n*ggas Rice Krispie, uh (What?)
f*ck a white b*tch on a six-speed (Yeah)
Six stars like GTA, kill me, uh (f*ck)
It's more money I'm getting (Ayy)
If a n*gga try to take, wig-splitting 'em (Ayy)
Shouts out to my zoe, they killed my vro (Yeah, yeah)
So, b*tch, off rip now, I'm like— (Ayy)
[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & Ski Mask The Slump God]
Mama raised a soldier (Huh? Yeah)
Not no b*tch, not no b*tch, yeah (Yeah, what?)
Mama raised a soldier (Huh? Yeah)
Not no b*tch, not no b*tch, yeah (Yeah, ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (Yeah, yeah)
Not no b*tch, not no b*tch, yeah (Yeah, ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (Yeah, what?)
Not no b*tch, not no b*tch, yeah (Huh)
Mama raised a soldier (Huh? Yeah)
Not no b*tch, not no b*tch, ayy (Yeah, okay, you all right?)
RIP, my zoe, ayy (Yeah, huh?)
RIP, my zoe, okay (Huh?, Yeah)
RIP, my zoe, ayy (Huh?, Yeah)
RIP, my zoe, okay (Hey, all-all right?)
RIP, my zoe, yuh (Yeah, yeah)
RIP, my zoe, okay (Yeah, yeah)
RIP, my soul (Haha, ayy, my who?)
Yeah (Rest in peace, my zoes, man)
Ayy (Yeah, man)

[Interlude: Ski Mask The Slump God, Stain, XXXTENTACION]
Haha, tide, b*tch
I got my handicaps on this b*tch
I'm 'bout to sip this motherf*ckin' water
Hahaha
That's not even water (That wa-that wasn't water)
I stole that boy sh*t
(n*gga, where the f*ck is the—)
Ayy
[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Came from the dirt, you can't hit my purp
Said my diamonds wetter than some sweat, absurd
Gold up on my wrist is lookin' sunny, Big Bird
Hit 'em with the, hit 'em with the numbers like a nerd
Ayy, let's slide sixth wall, I'm tied
Call my pockets knotty 'cause they sloppy, oh, my
I could be Xzibit, might pimp my ride
Wet pleasure rather pay the Rafs, like Christ
Hit my b*tch like Bruno, uh
Get a b*tch wet, no Juno, uh
Put it in her mouth like Uno, uh
Chest, all Polo like, "Kudos” (ayy)
Dog-ass n*gga like Cujo, uh
Face card bad who you know, ayy
She all wet like fructose, ayy
Diamonds on like them cheat codes, ayy