Vivienne Westwood / RIP

English translation

Say what? Say what?

Emotions. Emotions. E-motions. RBB.

RBB.

I miss you, P.

Traditionary team, put it on yeah. Yes, I need that pussy, come put it on me.

I need pussy, put it on me.

Me and Patchy drink a whole rope.

Me and Patchy fuckin' two hoes, ride out, they like dopes. That pussy, I need me a savage.

King of the bars, yeah, it's a boast. Nigga, fuck my nigga, nigga, you fuck with me, I got O's.

I got O's, I'm doin' the big snow, that what I say to my mom.

Talkin' 'bout mansion, I need promethazine, I got a bad cough.

I drop a four in Martian, always pop, shawty, I keep this Glock. I was in the room with shawty, I think he think that I'm soft.

Wait all night,

I'm tryna play my cards right on these pussy thots.

I see my opp, I run in his house and it hit like swag.

I'm smokin' this dope, I'm feelin' like Nu, bitch, I'm smokin' this pack. I buy a black truck, I buy bad bitch and I swerve.

RBB. I miss you, P. Traditionary team, put it on yeah.

Yes, I need that pussy, come put it on me. I need pussy, put it on me.

All the bad bitches unite.

At the Sunset Martini with your wife.

On my thug shit, I only pop these hundred nights.

Shit, I'm on my Future shit with this ho, turn off the lights.

I need my shades, I cannot see. Ride in my town, I'm fuckin' with Freak.

This lil' bitch wet like she came out the sea.

I came for that pussy, that motherfucker reek. Ain't talkin' 'bout the sauce, but a nigga elite.

I got me a mil', I ain't talkin' 'bout meat. I got the shit, all on my teeth, bitch, shit. RIP Zee. RIP Zee.

RIP Zee. RIP

Zee. RIP Zee. R. I. P. Zee. R. I. P. Zee. R. I. P. Zee. Okay.

Say what?

Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?

Say what?

Say what? What? What? What?

Man, this lil' sloppy fucker a goner, nigga. Hold up, I put that pumpy on Glock. I put that pumpy on Glock.

I'm in this bitch with the opps. I'm in this bitch with the opps.

Shit, I'm in this bitch with the Glocks.

I see your brain out our mouth. I'm seein' your brain out our mouth.

My OG car got a drop. My OG car got a drop. Yeah, these niggas wait 'til I drop.

They wait me to bite when I trap. All my boys bought that shit. I'm finna, these niggas ugly.

I had to call your bitch. Shh, yeah, she wanna fuck.

Can't get to that nigga, so I put a rack in they cousin.

My brother a boss, so I'm makin' bread, I switch that mighty on bustin'. Woo, shout out my bitch.

Run up on me, he takin' a risk.

Pull up on your bitch, I beat on that bitch, yeah, it's sick.

I got them racks, now I get back, put shit on my wrist.

Your brother a pussy, he take the cat, nigga gon' hiss.

I'm in this bitch with the opps. Shit, I'm in this bitch with the Glocks.

I see your brain out our mouth. I'm seein' your brain out our mouth. My OG car got a drop.

My OG car got a drop. Yeah, these niggas wait 'til I drop.

They wait me to bite when I trap.

Hold on, listen to me, bro.

I create real chaos, I'ma fuck you up post, boy.

Fat dick in your bitch mouth, give you a choke, boy.

Talkin' crazy, talkin' 'bout you gon' do that, you ain't even on that shit.

You a shit, you a shit, you a shit. Should pull up to the studio on niggas, I'm fried.

These niggas play with me, I'll kill that shit on murder, on fire. On murder, on murder, on fire.

On murder, on murder, on fire.

R. I. P. Zee.

On murder, on murder, on murder, on murder. Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?

Say what? Say what?