RIP Corbin Remix

By dextra

Released on September 22, 2024

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[Verse 1: dextra]

Yuh, yuh, yuh

RRD shit, RR– Yuh (Dextra, you made this?)

In this coupe, I'm stuntin'

We get to war, no Russia

Get hit with a pan, Rapunzel

Put lil’ bro down, no trouble

No trouble for RRD, mask on, you can't see me

Panties off for RRD, now this bitch tryna sing the creed

Hold on, RRD, we sending out spears (We sending out spears everywhere)

Don't step foot in London, we the ones that they fear

This ho just tryna fuck, come right into my lair

They tryna sign me for a mil', why the fuck would I care? (Nigga, I do not fucking know you, ni–)

[Verse 2: rimobabyy, sobi]

I just flex my shit 'cause ion care, I don't take y'all serious

Even yo' mom know that you a bitch, you can go ask Siri

R-Ridin' 'round town with my goons, we some fucking gremlins

Bitch don't wan' fuck, I won't make her

Lo– Love my plug, he from Jamaica

Don't test my shit, you gon' meet yo' maker

Get to the cake, ion need no baker (Tss, nah, bro, Rimo's too hard)

Get to the cake, ion need no baker (Yuh, yuhh~)


[Verse 3: sobi]

We gon' run him down, no flaking

I told my mom we gon' bring all the checks in

He cannot get bands? It's not that perplexing

Hellcat, it's a Durango, I'm racing (I'm innocent, I tell you..)

I love the green in my blunt that I'm facing

Outside with Tee, we like Michael and Franklin

All of my goons, they on stupid shit, came with a cooler kit

Know that these niggas gon' fear me

Ice on my neck, and it's gold like it's Freddy

Take that boy top off, we callin' him Perry

She got good brain, so I'm callin' her Siri

Spoiler nigga, it's the end of the series

Me and my gang goin' up, not a theory

That's why yo' bitch wan' come over

Desert Eagle, that boy gon' meet Jehovah

Masked up in this bitch like October (Innocent!)