[Intro]
The CRMSYN chin?
Reapyy

If you trying to see a dead body then come take a look
You don't want be on the internet magazine n***a
You better off go read a book
Pull on they block and they shook but they shoulda expected that shit
Feel like shookin’ that boy on the left that you hit
Got that wood on the AK, the TEC wit' the grip
Blowing this bitch like a Ref with a whistle I'm pissed
RIP, RIP
Bitch ass n***a tombstone read RIP
Bitch ass n***a in the stu get hot, ain’t get shit, then try cook up a hit
Aye come look at this shit, gotta be more than this
He gon' get himself killed tryin' to record a diss
Somebody tell shorty take care of his family n***a don't wanna die before his kids
Aye, RIP, RIP
Bitch ass n***a tombstone read RIP
RIP, RIP
Say he in his bag, in the bag he a zip
If he in the whip, then it flip
If he in the crib, it's a hit
But if he outside, he a trip
Dat boy talkin' like he can eat bullet but ain't have it on 'em when that n***a die he a bitch
If you trying to see a dead body then come take a look
You don’t want be on the internet magazine n***a
You better off go read a book
Pull on they block and they shook but they shoulda expected that shit
Feel like shookin’ that boy on the left that you hit
Got that wood on the AK, the TEC wit' the grip
Blowing this bitch like a Ref with a whistle I’m pissed
If you ain't ready don't hop in these streets boy
N if you ain't heavy don’t hop in this beef
Fuckin' with Yac that's a shot in the dark
Not fuckin' with me like a shark in the deep
I ain't got no advice, I just advise n***as watch how you be talking to me
I'm smoking a lot but I try to keep peace
I keep to my peace till I'm deceased
Aye twenty sum shots in the back of the vehicle
I kept on blowing I couldn't even see the dude
I had to hop out on feet when I pop out I gotta leave blood in the street
Aye n I gotta fuck up the beat
We make a n***a face look unbelievable
He ain't identify can't even see the dude
I walk up snatch your soul like a reaper do
I kept on blowing I couldn't even see the dude
Aye he ain't identify can't even see the dude
Aye I kept on blowing I couldn't even see the dude
He ain't identify can't even see the dude
Hollow tips punching your skin like a needle do
Walk up and snatch up your soul like the reaper do
Aye, RIP, RIP
Bitch ass n***a tombstone read RIP
RIP, RIP
Say he in his bag, in the bag he a zip
If he in the whip, then it flip
If he in the crib, it's a hit
But if he outside, he a trip
Dat boy talkin' like he can eat bullet but ain't have it on 'em when that n***a die he a bitch