R.I.P we just killed the club

Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug

Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs

Too many haters in here, I don't feel the love

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club

Took patron to the head almost killed a thug I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three bitches

Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches

And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?

I be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?

Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby

On my cocaine cowboy ***, like in the 80's

Who the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane

Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain

Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh

Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness

Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention

Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club

Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club

Took patron to the head almost killed a thug I'm gone, don't know where I'm going

Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan

Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in

And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in

Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican

Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians

She got good head, good brains, good education

I'm drunker than a mother***er, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken

By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open

Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly

She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club

Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club

Took patron to the head almost killed a thug Got a pocket full of Dead Prez

Attached to your girl like a .jpeg

Party scene turn to a murder scene

Keep ***tin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green

I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine

Life ain't nothin but a G thing

Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string

I'm the type of nigga thats built to last

You *** with me, Ill put my foot in your ass

I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall

That you might need a giraffe

When you was countin this cash, nigga! R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club

Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club

Took patron to the head almost killed a thug