REST IN PEACE

Lyrics

[Intro: DC The Don & Sad Frosty] Astro on the beat Damn nigga, what the fuck? Ayy, this is a Trademark production Ayy [Verse 1] Boom-boom-pow when this shit get loud Niggas love to pop out when it's hot out (What?) Bro kick, Bruce Lee, sent him out 'Cause we carry chopsticks when the opps out I been on the east with some knucklehead niggas and some motherfucking white boy dropouts (East Side) I don't fuck with no 9s (A-Astro got it runnin'), my brothers gon' kill this lil' ass bitch with a choppa (Grr-aah) Pop up at his house, put his ass to sleep (Put his ass to sleep) Shorty shaking ass, clap it to the beat (Shake it, clap) They say, "Daij, why you ain't never on the east?" Ayy Well, you a bird, bitch, all the fuck you do is tweet (Get the fuck off my dick) [Chorus] Glock in his mouth now he can't talk (Where he at?) Bullets hit his body now he can't walk (Yeah) Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (Where the fuck?) Solid than a bitch, never took a loss, ayy [Verse 2] Astro draw the blood, Teezo rest in peace (Teezo rest in peace) All up on my dick, I swear you niggas sweet Ayy, shawty finna wild out, think I'm finna ride out Since you got the cutter in his head, we can slide out Don got a tank, hell yeah, I'ma fell out Doing all that shit for a motherfucking shoutout Gettin' on my motherfucking nerves (Ayy) Point his ass out, it's a broke nigga alert (Point him out) Make a fuck nigga bite down on the curb I'ma kill that nigga's kid, you know that nigga Daij disturbed (Haha) I'm in the club and I'm off it I'm in your dentist, I'm flossing Toss up your set, bitch, we moshing Big chop on the bottom of that bitch (Gang, gang, gang, gang) Ayy, my lawyer said, "We got a case," get it dismissed (Ayy) Big RoRo called on the phone, lil' bruh, I'm pissed (What the fuck?) These niggas in the east tryna break back in my shit (Ayy) Lil' bruh, I hit you, fuck you doin'? Bruh, I'm sick I got a pack that need to be shipped We got them racks, we banging the six Niggas out the Mil just tryna get rich Burberry tee with an Audemars wrist I don't gotta talk 'cause the bitch gon' glist Bow-chika-wow-wow, ding-dong ditch Hit a nigga, hit a nigga, one time diss Got two sticks on me, Lilo and Stitch Uh, pussy nigga, I'm hit your ass with a combo Ballin' on these niggas, pass your bitch like I'm Rondo I got thirty-thousand fucking racks in my condo Eating eggs benedict, bitch, where my cilantro? It's gon' fucking rain all season, where your poncho? Hella cheese in my fucking pocket and it's not yours East side 11, bitch Big talk stepping, bitch Make the chopper sing, John Legend, bitch East side niggas know what I'm repping, bitch, don't walk up to my section [Chorus] Glock in his mouth now he can't talk (Where he at?) Bullets hit his body now he can't walk (Yeah) Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (Where the fuck?) Solid than a bitch, never took a loss (Facts)