REST IN PISS ft. CJ Lyrics

Yeah

I ain't fucking with you niggas, y'all act like bitches cause y'all spill the tea

Said he get that money from the trap, but he not from the streets

Feel like 24, but I'm the best, so call me 23

If you tryna find me, bitch, I'm posted up by HVD

Smoke yo dead homie, rest in piss

Yeah we gone celebrate it

This that everybody pack

Yeah, this shit, it got me hella faded

Naw this ain't 2K, you might get bussed if yo ass try to play me

Turn a couple niggas into dust, they get eliminated

Fuck is niggas saying, we come through blasting everybody

Smoking on yo hood, this shit done turned into a hobby

He thought we was a lick, that shit had turned into a hommie

All it take is one call, then my bro done caught a body

Came all through his hood and we ain't see him, nigga where you hiding

If we miss, we spin and spin again, everybody dying

(Came all through his hood and we ain't see him, nigga where you hiding)

(If we miss, we spin and spin again, everybody dying)

Bitch, that's you that talking

Have you spin like a ceiling fan

All my niggas with it

We got Glocks and they don't jam

Chopper with a kick in the leg and it can stand

Shoot out with me and I bet you cannot stand a chance

Niggas dissing on the net, but on social want to be my friend

You a pussy nigga, you a rat on all your friends

Yeah, my niggas solid, we won't fold or we won't bend

Got it off the mud, it wasn't for fun, it wasn't pretend

Had to get it on my own, it wasn't no fucking hand

Got a fucking FN, tote that bitch it's my best friend

(Had to get it on my own, it wasn't no fucking hand)

(Got a fucking FN, tote that bitch it's my best friend)