RIP Young
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics


Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke

We work to work, you late to work
I holla, then they send it
You know my plot was colder than Chicago in December
My bitch came up in Inglewood
Her mama was her daddy
And when I'm in the Midwest
She say holla at your family
My dog pass me that cup
Taste like candy, bitch
My dog out layin' down the law
Ain't breakin' no laws or serving out the rock
Southside still fuckin' in the car
Still flippin' in the car, still shootin' out the car
Lil' hotbox smokin' our jar, now I'm fuckin' on a star
Hold up, I got a call

Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot

Ain't trippin', I don't wanna lose count
Talkin' my shit, it was just us, bitch
Fuck it, I'll drive, hop in my ride
Pass me that dutch, bitch
On the westside, on the one-ten
Swingin' my nuts (swingin' my nuts)
Fuck it, let's grill, fuck it, let's spill
Spend a few crumbs (I spend a few)
Pop smoke, pop shit, pop bitch
Young nigga, don't pop too much
Spaceships, fake broke, Kany
Young nigga don't stay too long
Big truck, big wheel, big wop
Them niggas probably hate my guts
Tryna gain my trust
But it's all out of lust

Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke

Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot
Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot

I'm thugged out nigga, but I just seen a motherfuckin' rainbow, nigga
I ain't that motherfuckin' thugged out nigga, that shit beautiful than a motherfucker
My baby mama probably at the end of that bitch with her gold diggin' ass, nigga

Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Isaiah McClain, Paul Duane Beauregard, Kalon Berry, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston

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Comments from YouTube:

spete

This lives rent free in my head on repeat.

bindi atlas

4 months later and this is true still

HTXMAC

Facts

Kris White

Naw for real ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ this shit my theme music

twayne wade

Right

UserX

I randomly woke up at 3:17 this morning (my birthday) and this was playing in my head.

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Chris Sain

This a vibe right here. #RipYoung

Max Ogly

No its not

Sneakytacos77

I hope some people see your comment and go check out your channel ๐Ÿ™

R Williams

Question of the of day: Did you you know that Chris Sain also rocks with Isaiah Rashad? My guy!

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