R1p Ma1

Lyrics

[Intro: Hi-C] Shikamaru, DRKSHDW, got these hoes paralyzed Hysteric Glam make these hoes act hysterical I was geeked up off the shroom edibles Hit your main from the back, said my dick so incredible (Blood, darkness, come unto me!) Rick Owens, Chrome Hearts, hell yeah, I put it on Hoes go insane every time that they hear my song (L-L3Ft 4 D3aD mixtape) Ran up a check just like, ready, set, go R.I.P. Mai, I can't believe that you gone R.I.P. to Mai, I can't beliеve that you gone I'm gettin' high wondеrin' what the fuck went wrong Weird ass fan make a nigga so uncomfortable (Massacre!) Try to reach for my chain, it's his funeral (Haha-haha-haha-haha) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (There's no turning back, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Hi-C] R.I.P. to Mai, R.I.P. Kawaii Got my heart gettin' colder as the days go by I would trade anything to bring 'em back to life Livin' in a nightmare and I ain't asking why (Nightmare!) I'm a asshole, bitch, no, I'm not polite Know I'm livin' wrong 'cause ain't shit going right Curved me, so I'ma fuck her friend out of spite Young vamp nigga, pourin' blood in the Sprite Hellcat skrrt, rev the engine at the light Every city that I'm in, I'm with a different vibe I've been fuckin' plenty hoes, all different types Beam on the Glock, sendin' shots, so precise (Bloodbath!) Say you wanna fight, boy, you must be high .45, red dot right between your eyes All this swag, I'll fuck your wife In the back of the club, feelin' on her thighs Shikamaru, DRKSHDW, got these hoes paralyzed Hysteric Glam make these hoes act hysterical I was geeked up off the shroom edibles Hit your main from the back, said my dick so incredible Rick Owens, Chrome Hearts, hell yeah, I put it on Hoes go insane every time that they hear my song Ran up a check just like, ready, set, go R.I.P. Mai, I can't believe that you gone R.I.P. to Mai, I can't believe that you gone I'm gettin' high wonderin' what the fuck went wrong Weird ass fan make a nigga so uncomfortable Try to reach for my chain, it's his funeral [?] front row, rockstar with so many clones I was just at Evanora crib sleepin' on the floor Now I walk inside the mall and I got them rolls Bitches screamin', "Hi-C," everywhere I go Rick Owens trench coat, yeah, I do the most Now I'm fuckin' different hoes, yeah, coast to coast That's your main, deep throat, then drink my load Hit your main from the back, then adiós [Verse 2: MikeBrokeasf] I was with a ho, tell her, "Adiós" Said she tryna pull up, I tell her, "Vámonos" I got a Mexican shooter, that's my vato Damn, got a Mexican shooter, shout out Pablo And I'm pushin' shit like I'm Pablo And I'm pushin' shit, trap next to me Ridin' 'round with a felony Bitch, I'm in a AMG ridin' with a felony Call my bitch my bitch, she can't know that Walk in, feel like I'm Kodak Oh, he talkin' big boy shit, we push his 'fro back I just fuckin' left NYC, I was tryna go back I got a vibe in NYC, I need to go back Walk in the party, where the smoke at? Walked out the party drunk as fuck, had to take a piss Nigga lookin' tough, we get to takin' shit I'll cook a ho up like some bacon bits Nigga lookin' tough, we get to takin' shit Nigga lookin' tough, we get to takin' shit Nigga lookin' tough, we get to— (Haha-haha-haha-haha) Nigga looking tough, he'll get robbed And I'm [?] could give a fuck 'bout a job Really feel like fuck a job Livin' life, like, fuck a job Give a fuck 'bout a job And I'm living life, like, fuck a job