Tony Shhnow, 10kDunkin - RIP lyrics
[Tony Shhnow, 10kDunkin - RIP lyrics]
(I really like to use cash)
(Hoodrich, bitch)
Louis jeans, black Versace shades
(Hoodrich Keem) dawg, I am on a trap-a-thon
I ain't worried 'bout no nigga
I keep my pace, this ain't a race
It's a marathon (Hoodrich Keem, yeah
I'm thinkin' about signing that guy)
Rest in peace to Pop, X, Nipsey
At the top, the closest wanna see you fall
(Damn) pour a four out for my dawg
I lost him and lost my soul so
While I'm here I want it all
I want it all
Spent a couple hundred on my drawers
RIP paul i be in that foreign
Speedin', switchin' lanes, i do it all
Yeah, they used to talk down on us
Now we stunt on y'all (Stunt on all y'all)
Yeah, foreign coupe, foreign bitches
They all love this designer shit
I'm allergic to thеse fuck niggas
It's fuckin' with my sinuses
(I really likе to use cash)
We don't measure when we
Pour, 'cause bitch, 10k is not no scientist
This ain't rocket science, that boy play
I shoot him off the rip
He just thought I had my Glock
He ain't know I walked in with a stick
Niggas pillow talkin' to these hoes
Tryna impress a bitch all these damn hoes
I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch
Every morning I wake up
That money make my fingers itch
They don't wanna see that Glock twitch
Kickin' down them doors
I'm not no locksmith
I can't act on the scene
I ain't Will Smith
But these niggas be actin' like they will
(Cash) never been on no drill
But they say they will
Never been in no field
But they say they will
Never kept it real, but they say they will
(Not Will Smith)
Never kept that steel, but they say they will
(They say they will)
Louis jeans, black Versace shades
Dawg, I am on a trap-a-thon
I ain't worried 'bout no nigga
I keep my pace, this ain't a race
It's a marathon
Rest in peace to Pop, X, Nipsey
(I really like to use cash)
At the top, the closest wanna see you fall
(Damn) pour a four out for my dawg
I lost him and lost my soul so
While I'm here I want it all
(Hoodrich Keem, yeah
I'm thinkin' 'bout signing that guy)
(Hoodrich, bitch)
Louis jeans, black Versace shades
(Hoodrich Keem) dawg, I am on a trap-a-thon
I ain't worried 'bout no nigga
I keep my pace, this ain't a race
It's a marathon (Hoodrich Keem, yeah
I'm thinkin' about signing that guy)
Rest in peace to Pop, X, Nipsey
At the top, the closest wanna see you fall
(Damn) pour a four out for my dawg
I lost him and lost my soul so
While I'm here I want it all
I want it all
Spent a couple hundred on my drawers
RIP paul i be in that foreign
Speedin', switchin' lanes, i do it all
Yeah, they used to talk down on us
Now we stunt on y'all (Stunt on all y'all)
Yeah, foreign coupe, foreign bitches
They all love this designer shit
I'm allergic to thеse fuck niggas
It's fuckin' with my sinuses
(I really likе to use cash)
We don't measure when we
Pour, 'cause bitch, 10k is not no scientist
This ain't rocket science, that boy play
I shoot him off the rip
He just thought I had my Glock
He ain't know I walked in with a stick
Niggas pillow talkin' to these hoes
Tryna impress a bitch all these damn hoes
I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch
Every morning I wake up
That money make my fingers itch
They don't wanna see that Glock twitch
Kickin' down them doors
I'm not no locksmith
I can't act on the scene
I ain't Will Smith
But these niggas be actin' like they will
(Cash) never been on no drill
But they say they will
Never been in no field
But they say they will
Never kept it real, but they say they will
(Not Will Smith)
Never kept that steel, but they say they will
(They say they will)
Louis jeans, black Versace shades
Dawg, I am on a trap-a-thon
I ain't worried 'bout no nigga
I keep my pace, this ain't a race
It's a marathon
Rest in peace to Pop, X, Nipsey
(I really like to use cash)
At the top, the closest wanna see you fall
(Damn) pour a four out for my dawg
I lost him and lost my soul so
While I'm here I want it all
(Hoodrich Keem, yeah
I'm thinkin' 'bout signing that guy)