RIP & Hennessy

By Y2

On Legacy2

Released on July 7, 2020

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I’m fucked up like porn scenes on the second floor

Open door

Smoke em open season fuk you blocking for

Pocket watching

Not cha time is tickin’ have you dancing more

Pop a load on yo bitch tongue

She screaming I need child support

Three sixteens like pedophiles I’m Lebanon

It’s time for war

In dis bitch like Issa baby

Never seen ya pop before

Doctor way I vac a scene

I’m clean as fuck it’s not a chore

Lots to eat so line up for beef for now

Like In and out

Wet em like a reverend do a mu’fukin Baptist

In dis John like Cena

You in my arena now bitch

I am on ya head and off the top like I be wrestling

Tighter than rope

Murder to excellence I took a oath

I just see caskets

RIP and Henny on ya mu’fukin ashes

Espionage have lesbians setting you up for cash bitch

One Queen Latifah s-e-t it off cuz she ratchet

Staging home invasions

Then leave wita bag like Santa

The top boy imma Lon-don you bop choy

These niggas hooked and fasci-nated dog don't need a chorus

Fuckin right his man's a patient

Stop playin we can erase him

Mines will masquerade him and rock that shit like I'm signed to Jay z

Who gon' hold me back like Truck driver hats

We don't stop for gas

Passion fruit you passion christ

I'm nails in coffins crosses facts

Circle small and only see green

You can't stop a five in dat

Lead'll hit cha chest and head

You swear you doing the macarena

Wet em like a reverend do a mu'fukin Baptist

In dis John like Cena

You in my arena now bitch

I am on ya head and off the top like I be wrestling

Tighter than rope

Murder to excellence I took a oath

I just see caskets

RIP and Henny on ya mu'fukin ashes

Espionage have lesbians setting you up for cash bitch

One Queen Latifah s-e-t it off cuz she ratchet

Staging home invasions

Then leave wita bag like Santa

Why have I left it witchoo

I wasn't destined to sing it

I had to wing it

I was neglecting the truth

The route was scenic the way I see it

I was just f'n witchoo

Know my descant and give you decent

That's disrespecting the roots

So it's crown kings of course

Let the floor flower from terrestrials

Swords over both shoulders

A golden fleece and a ostrich cloak over beast

I'm christ over song and 16

The prophet for choruses

A goats metamorphosis

Long story short

I'm the song god nigga