RIP Fredo

[Intro]
(Leesta)
RIP Fredo, quit sippin' lean

[Chorus]
Why they think shit sweet?
This chopper knock you off your feet
I'm so to myself, all I do is think
RIP Fredo, I quit sippin' lean
Swear, these niggas need a grammy, all these mofuckas do is act
2018, y'all still sippin' Act'
Backpack, yeah, on my back
But you know the bag full of cash
Don't wanna speak, can't reply to y'all
I need a bag for my time involved
If I couldn't walk I'm still gon' ball
And I'm blind, yeah, all to the bullshit
These niggas, they still eatin' up all that drip
It's cool, I'll still tax for all my shit

[Verse]
You can still get taxed, chopper came wit' extended clip
I love how these niggas bitin' my shit
These niggas still gon' get lost in the sauce
My pockets still fat, look like Rick Ross
Just rub my hands just like Birdman
Them diamonds on your neck, they look like plastic
I know that shit fake, you ain't even gotta ask it
I swear this shit so plain to see
If I pull up, got gang wit' me
No, these lames can't hang wit' me
Ooh, yeah, I'm high
G5 jet, yeah, I'm so fly
You won't hear me when I slide by
I'm so slick
Got 'em eatin' all the drip (RIP Fredo, quit sippin' lean)

[Chorus]
Why they think shit sweet?
This chopper knock you off your feet
I'm so to myself, all I do is think
RIP Fredo, I quit sippin' lean
Swear, these niggas need a grammy, all these mofuckas do is act
2018, y'all still sippin' Act'
Backpack, yeah, on my back
But you know the bag full of cash
Don't wanna speak, can't reply to y'all
I need a bag for my time involved
If I couldn't walk I'm still gon' ball
And I'm blind, yeah, all to the bullshit
These niggas, they still eatin' up all that drip
It's cool, I'll still tax for all my shit