R.I.P REMIX

[Intro: The Fatal Sling]
Ay
Ay
Ay, ay, yeaah
Yuh, ay
Woosh wooosh woosh
Ay, shout out Carti, best album of the year
Yuh, ay, ay
Yuh, ay

[Verse 1: The Fatal Sling]
I feel like frosty I'm back on my bullshit
I don’t sip no lean no I don't do that fu shit
I'm on my grind cause I know I could do it
Pull up to the party and drink cause we get lit
I am not human, man I’m from Venus
That little bitch she gon swallow my penis
I got the lyrics, I am like genius
Fuck on that bitch then deleted the fetus
I got the flow, ain't got a fro
ARN, that shit gonna grow
We need some mo, fuck on a hoe
Why didn't you just say so?
Mo Bamba or Sicko Mode
I do not care take off your clothes
I'm the prodigy of Sweden so you know my neck is on froze
Bitch I'm white but I'm not white trash
Cause I'm coming on this beat and that shit go fast
Crack crack crack while I smash that glass
When I bust a nut that shit go on her ass
Die lit that's the album of the year
When I pull up to school they be screaming in fear
Cause I take shit to the second gear
And I’m fucking with these bitches, all year
Yuh, yuh
Yuh yuh yuh
Yuh, yuh
Ay woosh woosh
Walk in the trap like a boss
I just snapped I don’t take a loss
Walk in the school and I floss
Put up the posters, don't take loss
Yuh, woosh
Woosh woosh woosh
Carti, Die Lit, R.I.P, eye lid
Yuh, ay
Fuck on that thot bitch, uh
Pull up and floss bitch, uh
Dripping in sauce bitch!

[Verse 2: Otac]
Ay, Otac
My music is trash, I don’t give a fuck
Don't fucking listen go suck someone's cock
I'm in this shit but I’m not on the block
Waiting for me, checking the clock
Love this shit but I walk like I talk
Don't look at me, don't fucking stalk
Not Rich The Kid but I do the plug walk
Not fucking pussy but I'm hard as a rock
My music is trash, I step on the gas
You can't catch me I'm going to fast
Some bitches smash, others we pass
Still get the pussy you know that I bash
Ay, ay
Ay ay ay (ay)
Ay, ay
Ay ay ay (ay)
Ay, ay
Ay ay ay (ay)
Ay, ay
Ay ay ay
Cause you know I'm back again, on the track again
With my friends again
This shit has no end
We gon snap my friend
This shit is full send
Building tracks, I mend
Pray to god "amen"
För du kommer bli bränd

[Verse 3: The Fatal Sling]
Ay, yuh
I popped the seal, I eat a quail
I love the wind cause I like to sail
Bitches be frail, I read like Braille
When I'm in France I be eating on snail
Epic like fail, fell call it bail
Get hella love when I'm reading my mail
Sipping on the ale, hard like a nail
Pray to god that I don't go to jail
Stacking and stacking and stacking these racks
Bitches be copying call that shit fax
I live at home so I don't need no tax
I got my own path so I get of the tracks
Yuh, ay
Ay ay ay
Bitches be hating, so I'm never gonna save them
Homies be wilding, nobody ever trained them
Bitches be hating, so I'm never gonna save them
Homies be wilding, nobody ever trained them

[Outro: The Fatal Sling]
Ay ay ay
Woosh woosh
Bitch, huh yah, ayy
Grrrat, brrrat
ARN, Sling, Otac, know what the fuck going on
Suck my dick...
Bi-!