Rippin lyrics

by

Plies


Seen my 1st ho when I was riding in a regal
Knew my brother go'n stash em when I seen him working the beaker
Half of these n*ggas don't like me cause I wouldn't give em a feature
Only way I passed Spanish cause I was f*cking my teacher
Just wanted me some b*tches ain't give a f*ck about a beamer
Raised up in the projects where they wouldn't deliver the pizza
n*ggas that had the money was the dope boys and the preacher
Always kept a nina cause ain't never been diesel
13 in a half was the age I tried the reefer
1st broad that I painted I f*cked her right out the freezer
1st car that I stole was a two tone El Camino
b*tch hating on ya f*ck em, they did the same thang to Jesus
n*ggas don't wanna be Malcolm they wanna be Al Pacino
They ain't got sh*t on a n*gga they charge yo ass with the RICO
n*gga that ratted on me, I see him I'm hollering bingo
4 4 on me now riding round in a 4-door
Heard them people lying and they riding and taking photos
Just called my lil b*tch told her I wanna f*ck her to peephole
Calling me bout the work then u better be using lingo
f*cking a Brazilian b*tch now she got me speaking bilingual
Ho just ran out of dealers she hit they ass for some new clothes
I told em I'm buying them all I paid em all in c-notes
The Cubans they wasn't ready we waited it out in Coco
Showed a n*gga this time we gone rob ya ass on the next go
Shout out to all the n*ggas on the yard that got a cellphone
All my soldiers that's in they got that sh*t in the chokehold
Anything dealing with me they gone put yo ass on the door though
Got letter from 1 of my shooters they shipped him to Colorado
Only thang that he want is a couple dollars and some photos
If I ever happen to go broke then I'm going to get me a drop ho
Remember siting in the trap wildin' off that nose dope
Easter was round the corner I was tryna get me some 2 4's
Time done changed now n*ggas cool with squealing
Where I'm from it's bad some' like a religion
Sell dope 'til I make it that was my only vision
Half of my n*ggas dead other half in the penitentiary
Seeing 21 that was my only ambition
Hardheaded all my life cause ain't never like to listen
All I remember as a jit was waking up getting evicted
Still driving my sh*t even though my license suspended
Remember being on a lick the 1st time I seen a chameleon
They asked me why all the yoppers? I told em go ask my enemy
Will just let em talk but I refuse to let em kill me
They denied his 1st bond I guess God ignored his wishes
Detective asking u questions it just mean that they fishing
Thank about it all u want but all u n*ggas can get it
Most of these n*ggas lie that y I keep em up out my business
U think that he might b seeing u better take out the witness
Message to all u pussies u want it n*gga come get it
1 of the fewest n*ggas that rapped about it that lived it
Why is he so emotional he just got in his feelings
Lot of these n*ggas gone I been fish grease for a minute
Half of these n*ggas faking it the jewler told all ya business
U ain't talking to me if u never tried to kill him
If I ever said u flaw then guess what I meant it
Y ion f*ck with them n*ggas cause me n them n*ggas different
Last shootout I was in it last for 30 minutes
Bruh told me to turn up f*ck it they keep on spitting
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