Rip Manson - Fuck What Ya Heard

Now it's time to get buck in the club
Drunk in the club probably see a
Nigga get stomped in the club but
You don't wanna get affiliated with
A nigga that'll set yo ass up and get
Fucked in the club I'm creeping
Never sleeping so I gotta bring it
On, smoking on the goodie so
You know I'm in my zone, a
North Memphis nigga and it's
All about the killers Little Ripsta
Certified and I gotta pack a tone
You claiming that you realer cuz you
Rolling with some killers but I'm 10
Toes down by my muthafuckn self
I don't need to gang bang cuz the
Only thing I claim is the music in
The city and it's bout to give me
Wealth you don't wanna see me
Shine so you really start to hope
That I hurry up and fall like a Muthafuckn joke nigga I was 16
I was serving lots of fiends, and
I use to pop the pills and I snort a
Little coke that's the Memphis life
I had to live my life, and I had some
Codeine mixed it with a sprite if you
Wanna make some cash, then you gotta
Shake that ass and I'll never be in love
Never get a wife with all that gangsta
Talk and all them gangsta thoughts
Really wanna know about the Gangsta
Faults just get up on the floor get
Yo ass in a circle cuz it's time to bring
Out that gangsta walk all you Muthafuckn niggas get buck with
Me ball and g on top of the world
Zirk be out there sticking em up
Homicyde paranoid and we rocking
The world and redrum is the label
And we never reject, midnight hoes
Better come with respect and they
Hate on Little Ripsta cuz I shot a
Fuckin missile hooked up with
The number one suspect and that's Real

I wanna smoke cuz I'm the gangsta
Bout to drop a deadly verse this
Is a homicidal lifestyle so you ridin
In a hearse I'm getting buck up
In this bitch I'll leave ya bloody
With a nurse and redrum clique
Is still the shit so muthafuck just
What ya heard

Everybody in the city supportin me
Hell naw Little Rip can't bring a
Crowd, cuz I don't false flag and do
Stupid shit everybody keep on telling
Me to change my style so I can get
Some hoes up in my room u can
Make a lot of paper if u switcheroo
But fuck skinny jeans and fuck purses
Dawg I'll never be a faggot for Another
Dude you ain't feeling me I don't give
A fuck, stay true to myself never
Giving up probably never make it on
Mtv, Bet, or Skee and that's Wasup so now I gotta lot of the shit For the
Industry you can put some niggas on
I'm this industry so fuck mumble
Rap and wanna be gangsta, shit is
Really wack can you believe it g that
They can let some niggas up in the
Door have em traveling all over the
World, but they don't got the passion
That Ripsta got they just do it
For the hoes and the diamonds and
Pearls cuz that's all that I see on my
TV screen and I'm sick of niggas
Talking bout gang if u run into
A gangsta and he ask you what you
Claiming you would turn into a real
Bitch mane hit the studio and give
It all I got and all I got alot of stories
But what's the plot I never get a
Share or a like or a comment and
Everybody telling me to please just
Stop but I'ma keep on going and I'll
Never stop you got anna you can come
And get you some Little Ripsta on the
Track and I'ma smoke another sack
And let you know that I'm down with
Redrum and that's real

I wanna smoke cuz I'm the gangsta
Bout to drop a deadly verse this
Is a homicidal lifestyle so you ridin
In a hearse I'm getting buck up
In this bitch I'll leave ya bloody
With a nurse and redrum clique
Is still the shit so muthafuck just
What ya heard
I wanna smoke cuz I'm the gangsta
Bout to drop a deadly verse this
Is a homicidal lifestyle so you ridin
In a hearse i'm getting buck up
In this bitch i'll leave ya bloody
With a nurse and redrum clique
Is still the shit so muthafuck just
What ya heard

Written by:
Ladarius Greer

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