REST IN PEACE

Lyrics

That's where I wanna be (ayy)
 Damn nigga, what the fuck?
 (Ayy, this is a Trademark production)
 Ayy
 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 motherfuckin' white boy dropouts
 I don't fuck with no 9s
 My brothers gon' kill this lil' ass bitch with a Choppa
 Pop up at his house, put his ass to sleep (put his ass to sleep)
 Shorty shakin' ass, clap it to the beat (ayy, 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)
 Glock in his mouth now he can't talk (where he at?)
 Bullets hit his body now he can't walk (yeah, yeah)
 Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (Where's it at?)
 Solid than a bitch, never took a loss
 Ayy
 Astro draw the blood, Teezo rest in peace (Teezo rest in peace)
 All up on my dick, I swear you niggas sweet (yeah)
 Ayy, shawty finna wild out, think I'm finna ride out
 Said you got the good D, in it's head we can slide out
 Don got a tank, hell yeah, I'ma fell out
 Doin' all that shit for a motherfuckin' 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
 I'm in the club and I'm off it
 I'm in your dentist, I'm flossin'
 Toss up your set, bitch, we moshin'
 Big chop on the bottom of that bitch
 Ayy
 My lawyer said we got a case, get it dismissed (ayy)
 Big bro-bro called me on the phone, lil' bruh pissed
 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 at the mill 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 fuckin' racks in my condo
 Eatin' eggs benedict, bitch, where my cilantro?
 It's gon' fuckin' rain all season, where your poncho?
 Hella cheese in my fucking pocket and it's not yours
 East side 11, bitch, ayy
 Big talk steppin', bitch
 Make this chopper sing, John Legend, bitch
 East side niggas know what I'm reppin'
 Bitch, don't walk up to my section (East side)
 Glock in his mouth now he can't talk (where he at?)
 Bullets hit his body now he can't walk (yeah, yeah)
 Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (Where the fuck?)
 Solid than a bitch, never took a loss (facts)
 

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Duration
02:36
Tempo
160 BPM

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