R.I.P. (Remix) Lil Poppa (Ft. 42 Dugg)

[Intro]
Damn it, Franchise, you did it again
Iceberg want a bag, bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Poppa]
Why these niggas payin' for attention?
Puttin' me in they mentions
Playin' like we don't stand on business
Shit, all the opps been missin'
Bag on my head, come get it
Better not be no less than fifty
Better send your best to get me
Guaranteed he restin' with me
Can't lie, I'm Trey D high
Can't let a nigga rest in piss me
Can't fuck with me in the streets
So try their best to diss me
Them niggas round ain't even your niggas
Right pricе, I'll have them flip you
Every week, youngin' got a nеw pistol
Smashed, he don't give a fuck who with you

[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin'
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy
Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Poppa out no less than fifty
Poppa out, don't think he slippin'
3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin'
Can't let a nigga rest in piss me
Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain't goin' out behind these bitches
You'll die before I let you trick me
And you ain't the one doing the killin'
Let me hush, I'ma mind my business
I don't need another nigga ridin' with me
Just me, Luh Quez and that Glizzy