Říp by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (2024)

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Mothaf*ck them nigg*s and what they say about me (said 'bout me)
You do too much talkin', you a fed, prolly (fed, prolly)
Drive-by in my pocket, got them dead bodies (dead bodies)
My Goyard look like morgues, that's them dead bodies (dead bodies)

R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
30 thousand (thousand), I just hit for three (I hit for three)
R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)

Don't pay these bitches, she gon' f*ck for free (she gon' f*ck for free)
R.I.P., R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P., hey)
I'm in that foreign, that's like 60 G's (that's like 60 G's)
R.I.P., R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Dead prezis, I'm on a killin' spree (killin')

Killin' spree (spree), covered in Supreme (yeah)
Strapped with a beam, with them racks all in my jeans (all in my jeans)
Brand new Benz (Benz), that's a hundred G's (a hundred G's)
If I drop 20, I'll most likely hit for three (yeah, yeah)
Foreign keys, droppin' the top when I hop in the Bentley
I'm takin' the doors off the Lam', these nigg*s be hatin', they say that it's rented (rented)
Overseas, .38 Baby, deposit, they sent it (sent it)
I'm takin' off 23, no Michael Jordan, I cover myself in Givenchy
I do too much flexin', what they say about me (what they say about me)
Dead prezis in my pocket, that's your head, prolly (that's your head prolly)
He do too much talkin', he on meds, prolly (he on meds, prolly)
But I'm screamin' f*ck them nigg*s and what they say about me
'Cause I'm steady hollerin'

R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
30 thousand (thousand), I just hit for three (I hit for three)
R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Don't pay these bitches, she gon' f*ck for free (she gon' f*ck for free)
R.I.P., R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P., hey)
I'm in that foreign, that's like 60 G's (that's like 60 G's)
R.I.P., R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Dead prezis (dead), I'm on a killin' spree (killin')

Catch him down bad, he sleep, stackin' bodies out here, reef
Black coupe look like deacons, gang full of hyenas
Sippin' on drank, I'm gettin' paranoid, what's that noise? (Woo!)
f*ckin' on somebody's bitch tonight, it's yours, is it yours? (Which one)
Smokin' on cookie blunts so much you smell it out my pores (smell it)
I got this dick on me now and I don't wanna shoot, but you feelin' the sword
MC Hammer like Thor (hammer time), she wanna f*ck, sure
I sh*t on you, cow manure, empty my clip and my wrist is sore
We want action
All my nigg*s in the field, nigg*, what's happenin'?
Laws of attraction
Hit him with the butt of the steel like I'm baseball battin', never subtractin'
P-90 hit, no kick, it split and turn your ass to a fraction
My wrist is lit, I'm Mr. Drippy-Drip, I'm givin' out classes

R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
30 thousand (thousand), I just hit for three (I hit for three)
R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Don't pay these bitches, she gon' f*ck for free (she gon' f*ck for free)
R.I.P., R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P., hey)
I'm in that foreign, that's like 60 G's (that's like 60 G's)

R.I.P., R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Dead prezis, I'm on a killin' spree (killin')

In the song "RIP" by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, the rapper talks about his life experiences of violence, money, and women. He starts off by expressing his hatred towards people who talk behind his back, and how they have no impact on his life. Then, he boasts about his wealth and power, mentioning his "dead bodies" and expensive designer bag. He further talks about his luxurious lifestyle, including his foreign cars, and how he doesn't need to pay money to attract women. And finally, he mentions his violent tendencies, being on a killing spree and taking out anyone in his way.

The lyrics of "RIP" reflect YoungBoy Never Broke Again's difficult upbringing in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, where he experienced poverty, violence, and numerous arrests. His music is known for its raw lyrics that reflect his personal life experiences, and this song is no different. It provides a glimpse into the rapper's complex personality, including his confidence, aggression, and dark tendencies. The song's production is minimal, with a heavy bassline and simple melody, allowing YoungBoy's voice to take center stage.

Mothaf*ck them nigg*s and what they say about me (said 'bout me)
Disregard the negative things spoken by others about me

You do too much talkin', you a fed, prolly (fed, prolly)
People who talk a lot are probably government informants

Drive-by in my pocket, got them dead bodies (dead bodies)
The amount of money in my pocket is equivalent to the number of people I've killed

My Goyard look like morgues, that's them dead bodies (dead bodies)
My designer bag is filled with cash that I associate with murder victims

30 thousand (thousand), I just hit for three (I hit for three)
I just made $30,000 from selling drugs

Don't pay these bitches, she gon' f*ck for free (she gon' f*ck for free)
Women will have sex without payment if they're attracted to you

I'm in that foreign, that's like 60 G's (that's like 60 G's)
I'm driving a foreign car worth $60,000

Dead prezis, I'm on a killin' spree (killin')
I'm making a lot of money and killing people at the same time

Killin' spree (spree), covered in Supreme (yeah)
I'm on a mission to kill people while wearing Supreme clothing

Strapped with a beam, with them racks all in my jeans (all in my jeans)
I'm carrying a gun and lots of money in my tight-fitting jeans

Brand new Benz (Benz), that's a hundred G's (a hundred G's)
I just bought a new Mercedes-Benz worth $100,000

If I drop 20, I'll most likely hit for three (yeah, yeah)
If I sell a quantity of drugs worth $20,000, I'll make a profit of $30,000

Foreign keys, droppin' the top when I hop in the Bentley
I have the keys to a foreign luxury car (Bentley) and I enjoy driving with the top down

I'm takin' the doors off the Lam', these nigg*s be hatin', they say that it's rented (rented)
I removed the doors of my Lamborghini and my haters think it's rented

Overseas, .38 Baby, deposit, they sent it (sent it)
I received a deposit from my overseas drug sales

I'm takin' off 23, no Michael Jordan, I cover myself in Givenchy
I'm becoming successful at a young age and dressing in expensive Givenchy clothing

Dead prezis in my pocket, that's your head, prolly (that's your head prolly)
The amount of money in my pocket is equivalent to the value of a human head

He do too much talkin', he on meds, prolly (he on meds, prolly)
People who talk too much are likely on drugs or have mental health problems

'Cause I'm steady hollerin'
I'm constantly making noise and being loud

Catch him down bad, he sleep, stackin' bodies out here, reef
If I find my enemies in a vulnerable position, I'll kill them and stack their dead bodies

Black coupe look like deacons, gang full of hyenas
My black car resembles that of deacons and I'm part of a gang filled with vicious members

Sippin' on drank, I'm gettin' paranoid, what's that noise? (Woo!)
I'm drinking lean (codeine and soda) and becoming paranoid, hearing noises

f*ckin' on somebody's bitch tonight, it's yours, is it yours? (Which one)
I'm having sex with someone else's girlfriend tonight, but I'm unsure which one belongs to who

Smokin' on cookie blunts so much you smell it out my pores (smell it)
I smoke a lot of marijuana (cookies) and the scent is coming out of my pores

I got this dick on me now and I don't wanna shoot, but you feelin' the sword
I have a gun on me, but I'd rather have sex instead of killing

MC Hammer like Thor (hammer time), she wanna f*ck, sure
I have sex appeal and women are attracted to me

I sh*t on you, cow manure, empty my clip and my wrist is sore
I disrespect and dominate my enemies, causing me to exhaust my ammunition and feel physical pain

We want action
My gang and I are ready for violence

All my nigg*s in the field, nigg*, what's happenin'?
My gang members are all involved in illegal activities, what's going on?

Laws of attraction
Positive thinking and visualization to achieve success

Hit him with the butt of the steel like I'm baseball battin', never subtractin'
I'm using the back of my gun to hit my enemies like how baseball players swing their bats, and I'm always adding to my success, never subtracting

P-90 hit, no kick, it split and turn your ass to a fraction
My weapon, a P-90, is very powerful and has no recoil, it can kill you and leave you in pieces

My wrist is lit, I'm Mr. Drippy-Drip, I'm givin' out classes
My jewelry is shining and expensive, I'm the best and teaching others how to be successful

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