RIP
Youngboy Never Broke Again Lyrics


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Mothafuck them niggas and what they say about me (said 'bout me)
You do too much talkin', you a fed, prolly (fed, prolly)
Drive-by in my pocket, got them dead bodies (dead bodies)
My Goyard look like morgues, that's them dead bodies (dead bodies)

R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
30 thousand (thousand), I just hit for three (I hit for three)
R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free (she gon' fuck for free)
R.I.P., R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P., hey)
I'm in that foreign, that's like 60 G's (that's like 60 G's)
R.I.P., R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Dead prezis, I'm on a killin' spree (killin')

Killin' spree (spree), covered in Supreme (yeah)
Strapped with a beam, with them racks all in my jeans (all in my jeans)
Brand new Benz (Benz), that's a hundred G's (a hundred G's)
If I drop 20, I'll most likely hit for three (yeah, yeah)
Foreign keys, droppin' the top when I hop in the Bentley
I'm takin' the doors off the Lam', these niggas be hatin', they say that it's rented (rented)
Overseas, .38 Baby, deposit, they sent it (sent it)
I'm takin' off 23, no Michael Jordan, I cover myself in Givenchy
I do too much flexin', what they say about me (what they say about me)
Dead prezis in my pocket, that's your head, prolly (that's your head prolly)
He do too much talkin', he on meds, prolly (he on meds, prolly)
But I'm screamin' fuck them niggas and what they say about me
'Cause I'm steady hollerin'

R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
30 thousand (thousand), I just hit for three (I hit for three)
R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free (she gon' fuck for free)
R.I.P., R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P., hey)
I'm in that foreign, that's like 60 G's (that's like 60 G's)
R.I.P., R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Dead prezis (dead), I'm on a killin' spree (killin')

Catch him down bad, he sleep, stackin' bodies out here, reef
Black coupe look like deacons, gang full of hyenas
Sippin' on drank, I'm gettin' paranoid, what's that noise? (Woo!)
Fuckin' on somebody's bitch tonight, it's yours, is it yours? (Which one)
Smokin' on cookie blunts so much you smell it out my pores (smell it)
I got this dick on me now and I don't wanna shoot, but you feelin' the sword
MC Hammer like Thor (hammer time), she wanna fuck, sure
I shit on you, cow manure, empty my clip and my wrist is sore
We want action
All my niggas in the field, nigga, what's happenin'?
Laws of attraction
Hit him with the butt of the steel like I'm baseball battin', never subtractin'
P-90 hit, no kick, it split and turn your ass to a fraction
My wrist is lit, I'm Mr. Drippy-Drip, I'm givin' out classes

R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
30 thousand (thousand), I just hit for three (I hit for three)
R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free (she gon' fuck for free)
R.I.P., R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P., hey)
I'm in that foreign, that's like 60 G's (that's like 60 G's)




R.I.P., R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Dead prezis, I'm on a killin' spree (killin')

Overall Meaning

In the song "RIP" by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, the rapper talks about his life experiences of violence, money, and women. He starts off by expressing his hatred towards people who talk behind his back, and how they have no impact on his life. Then, he boasts about his wealth and power, mentioning his "dead bodies" and expensive designer bag. He further talks about his luxurious lifestyle, including his foreign cars, and how he doesn't need to pay money to attract women. And finally, he mentions his violent tendencies, being on a killing spree and taking out anyone in his way.


The lyrics of "RIP" reflect YoungBoy Never Broke Again's difficult upbringing in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, where he experienced poverty, violence, and numerous arrests. His music is known for its raw lyrics that reflect his personal life experiences, and this song is no different. It provides a glimpse into the rapper's complex personality, including his confidence, aggression, and dark tendencies. The song's production is minimal, with a heavy bassline and simple melody, allowing YoungBoy's voice to take center stage.


Line by Line Meaning

Mothafuck them niggas and what they say about me (said 'bout me)
Disregard the negative things spoken by others about me


You do too much talkin', you a fed, prolly (fed, prolly)
People who talk a lot are probably government informants


Drive-by in my pocket, got them dead bodies (dead bodies)
The amount of money in my pocket is equivalent to the number of people I've killed


My Goyard look like morgues, that's them dead bodies (dead bodies)
My designer bag is filled with cash that I associate with murder victims


30 thousand (thousand), I just hit for three (I hit for three)
I just made $30,000 from selling drugs


Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free (she gon' fuck for free)
Women will have sex without payment if they're attracted to you


I'm in that foreign, that's like 60 G's (that's like 60 G's)
I'm driving a foreign car worth $60,000


Dead prezis, I'm on a killin' spree (killin')
I'm making a lot of money and killing people at the same time


Killin' spree (spree), covered in Supreme (yeah)
I'm on a mission to kill people while wearing Supreme clothing


Strapped with a beam, with them racks all in my jeans (all in my jeans)
I'm carrying a gun and lots of money in my tight-fitting jeans


Brand new Benz (Benz), that's a hundred G's (a hundred G's)
I just bought a new Mercedes-Benz worth $100,000


If I drop 20, I'll most likely hit for three (yeah, yeah)
If I sell a quantity of drugs worth $20,000, I'll make a profit of $30,000


Foreign keys, droppin' the top when I hop in the Bentley
I have the keys to a foreign luxury car (Bentley) and I enjoy driving with the top down


I'm takin' the doors off the Lam', these niggas be hatin', they say that it's rented (rented)
I removed the doors of my Lamborghini and my haters think it's rented


Overseas, .38 Baby, deposit, they sent it (sent it)
I received a deposit from my overseas drug sales


I'm takin' off 23, no Michael Jordan, I cover myself in Givenchy
I'm becoming successful at a young age and dressing in expensive Givenchy clothing


Dead prezis in my pocket, that's your head, prolly (that's your head prolly)
The amount of money in my pocket is equivalent to the value of a human head


He do too much talkin', he on meds, prolly (he on meds, prolly)
People who talk too much are likely on drugs or have mental health problems


'Cause I'm steady hollerin'
I'm constantly making noise and being loud


Catch him down bad, he sleep, stackin' bodies out here, reef
If I find my enemies in a vulnerable position, I'll kill them and stack their dead bodies


Black coupe look like deacons, gang full of hyenas
My black car resembles that of deacons and I'm part of a gang filled with vicious members


Sippin' on drank, I'm gettin' paranoid, what's that noise? (Woo!)
I'm drinking lean (codeine and soda) and becoming paranoid, hearing noises


Fuckin' on somebody's bitch tonight, it's yours, is it yours? (Which one)
I'm having sex with someone else's girlfriend tonight, but I'm unsure which one belongs to who


Smokin' on cookie blunts so much you smell it out my pores (smell it)
I smoke a lot of marijuana (cookies) and the scent is coming out of my pores


I got this dick on me now and I don't wanna shoot, but you feelin' the sword
I have a gun on me, but I'd rather have sex instead of killing


MC Hammer like Thor (hammer time), she wanna fuck, sure
I have sex appeal and women are attracted to me


I shit on you, cow manure, empty my clip and my wrist is sore
I disrespect and dominate my enemies, causing me to exhaust my ammunition and feel physical pain


We want action
My gang and I are ready for violence


All my niggas in the field, nigga, what's happenin'?
My gang members are all involved in illegal activities, what's going on?


Laws of attraction
Positive thinking and visualization to achieve success


Hit him with the butt of the steel like I'm baseball battin', never subtractin'
I'm using the back of my gun to hit my enemies like how baseball players swing their bats, and I'm always adding to my success, never subtracting


P-90 hit, no kick, it split and turn your ass to a fraction
My weapon, a P-90, is very powerful and has no recoil, it can kill you and leave you in pieces


My wrist is lit, I'm Mr. Drippy-Drip, I'm givin' out classes
My jewelry is shining and expensive, I'm the best and teaching others how to be successful




Lyrics ยฉ Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Norman Payne

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