R.I.P. Juicy J, Lex Luger & Trap-A-Holics

[Intro: Logic & Project Pat]
Still ridin' clean
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese, and gettin' my dick sucked
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
Still ridin' clean
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese, and gettin' my dick sucked

[Chorus]
Fresh
Like I jumped up out the casket
Rest in peace Michael Jackson, need a bad bitch
Rest in peace to that pussy, I'm a savage
Rest in peace to the club, im poppin' mad shit
Rest in peace to my clothes 'cause I'm killing 'em
Rest in peace to them hoes, I'm not feelin' them
Rest in peace to the bitches from my past, they in the rear
I just pulled up in a Rolls, I want my flowers while I'm here

[Verse 1]
The trappin' is real, these niggas lackin' the skill
I get acted for real, I like to stack up the mills
Eating Captial Grille, put fifty racks in my grill
You know the diamonds disgusting, color E stands for eel
I went flawless on niggas that separate from the crowd
Throw tsunamis on strippers they rack it up in a pile
They prepared the McLaren but but I might crawl in the spider
Ass- grippin' that ass you know my touch is the midas
I be pullin' all-nighters, the sun beatin' me home
I live the life of a chief, call me Patrick Mahomes
I send a flight for a bitch, she tryna pack up a home
I got one [?] of your baby right after that then I'm gone