G.I.P. Izaya Tiji

[Hook]
Mix the (N)ine, wit the Ksubi jeans
Sorry bae, I can’t give no apologie-e-e-ee’s
Money counter on the table it go beep beep, beep beep
G.I.P. Big Fredo, let him glo’ in peace peace, peace peace
Before you leave, lil baby, suck me up at least least, least least
You wanna free verse, but I don’t give out them freebies, freebies

[Verse]
I swear bruh I gotta get my check
I don’t think the lil nigga understand
I'ma light up this bitch nigga like a lamp
And I push that weight, lil baby, heavyweight champ
Bitch keep cuttin' up, up in the bando
Giving kisses to these fuckin’ bankrolls
Just because I text you, don’t mean you my main hoe
And I got that pack on me, I gotta lay low
And this niggas so goofy, we give him a red nose
She eat it up! She eat it up, like a potato-o-o-o-oe
Baby pop this perc take off the edge (o-o-oh)
I'ma pour that pint, nigga pour on that red
Pop this right here baby, i'ma feel you less
I can’t hold that gun unless it got a leg
I think this bitch like me nigga like the egg
And i'ma sip down this pint, till I’m dead-dead-dead-dead