RIP Pt. II
[Verse: Febuary]
We know your girl well, Ohh yeah that bitch is wildin' (Huuu)
Think you young for this dawg, I'ma need some I.D (Sheesh)
You boys take me back to when, I'd rats in my house (Hahaha)
I look in the mirror, if I'm ever in doubt
Ya'll Rappers can't make the bench
How you gon' get through the draft pick
Look I've Been running this shit, I got the whistle in hand
I cannot get out the house, cause they look for me now
And I ain't even made it
My momma think that I'm famous
I'm Really just going through choices

[Hook: Febuary]
Girl you hate when I'm gone
I'll be back for long
Never pick up my phone
You still leave right at the tone
Get a text from your ex
If he talk out his neck
Leave that nigga on read
Yeah Leave that nigga for dead
[Chorus: Febuary]
They don't know what you want
I'll be back for long
Never pick up my phone
You still leave right at the tone
Get a text from your ex
If he talk out his neck
Leave that nigga on read
Yeah Leave that nigga for dead

[Verse: LJ Hills]
I don't wanna hear about no ex man
No, I can't promise I can be your next man
But if you with it, Girl let's get it
Pour some liquor, Till you feel it
Might just hit it, Don't repeat it
Now you all up in your feelings, uhh
If you tryna hang, first you gotta meet my boys
Cook it over, while me rolling loud, making noise
Fif' stay with the tec, if you disrespect the set
Pull up on your block, you know what's next
Bodie's bout' to drop, Blood on my vest (Ayee)

[Hook: Febuary]
Girl you hate when I'm gone
I'll be back for long
Never pick up my phone
You still leave right at the tone
Get a text from your ex
If he talk out his neck
Leave that nigga on read
Yeah Leave that nigga for dead
[Chorus: Febuary & *LJ Hills*]
They don't know what you want
I'll be back for long
*I'll be back for long*
Never pick up my phone
You still leave right at the tone
*You still leave right at the tone*
Get a text from your ex
If he talk out his neck
*If he talk out his neck*
Leave that nigga on read
Yeah Leave that nigga for dead

[Outro]
Let me talk my shit, please get off my dick
What's around my neck, Custom [?]
Niggas want me dead, Cause they know I'm next
So I wear my vest, and I grip my tec like (Rraahh!)