OMB Peezy – RIP NIP (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Date 2020-08-21

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music

OMB Peezy pays tribute to Nipsey Hussle in “RIP NIP”. Listen, watch the video, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song.

Omb Peezy Rip Nip

Omb Peezy Rip Nip

It would’ve been Nipsey Hussle’s 35th birthday some days ago. Friends, family, fans, and peers took to social media where they paid their respect to the late Crenshaw native. Some posted tributes on Instagram and Twitter while others used their own talents to commemorate the rapper’s birthday. Snoop Dogg, for example, released his new single, “Nipsey Blue” on Friday.

OMB Peezy followed suit and came through to pay his respect to Nipsey with his new track, “RIP NIP.” Flipping Nipsey Hussle and Pacman’s “Where Yo Money At” off of Mailbox Money, OMB Peezy details paranoia and betrayal in the streets.

OMB Peezy – RIP NIP

Watch Video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQX0H54TT_c

Lyrics

[Intro]
[?] Nipsey, LA
Real shit gon’ last, yeah
[?] gang shit is goin’ on
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1]
Ayy first off RIP Nip, Glock never leave the hip
Lil’ bitch wanna fuck but I just wan’ stuff my pockets and dip
You know you bound to sink, you fuck with strangers get ’em off your ship
I ain’t never fall in love, what is you thinking?
Did I make it clear?
Where the P’s at?
Probably in the project with a dirty racket
Fly just with like thirty thou’, damn why did I gave her that Molly?
You don’t know who did it but that body know you heard about it
I pour up, watch that syrup, drop that bag got your girl gobblin’

[Refrain]
Where your cheese at?
You ain’t got no motherfuckin’ money
Wanna go to war broke?
Boy you a motherfuckin’ dummy
She tell me go deeper, bitch I’m in your motherfuckin’ stomach
Told her I gotta call the doctor, got that lil’ hoe walking funny

[Verse 2]
Orange red, wearing pants sagging, cold hearted nigga
I’m from Orange Grove Projects, I was raised around killers
No sneak dissin’, I’ma let ’em know that I don’t feel ’em
And when it’s beef, shit, why would I let ’em know that I’ma drill ’em?
Just a youngin’ duckin’ the system, boy, you a hoe if you kiss her
And I keep a roll in my denim, she wan’ eat the dick up for dinner

[Chorus]
I say where your bag at? Where your bag at?
Yeah, yeah
Where your bag at? Where your bag at?
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Twenty thousand on my necklace, don’t test me it get ugly
If he cooling, tell them niggas throw a ribbon, then we get to bussin’
I don’t give a fuck about that paper, I put that bitch on my cousin
Gotta get a rental in LA, think I’ma Maserati truck it
Hard on the internet but when they see me it ain’t nothing
Just bought a brand new burner, I’m tryna show you how it work
Acting stupid in the club and get you dumb ass murdered
And you bought that brand new fit, for me to put you in the dirt
And we can get it all, cut you off if you switching up
Your partner on the floor, you better pick him up and get the fuck
Your partner on the floor, you better pick him up and get gone
Givenchy on my feet when I step out, I got that shit on

[Refrain]
Say lil’ nigga where your cheese at?
You ain’t got no motherfuckin’ money
Wanna go to war broke?
Boy you a motherfuckin’ dummy
She tell me go deeper, bitch I’m in your motherfuckin’ stomach
You ain’t got nothing in your pockets, how you laughing like it’s funny?

[Chorus]
I say where your bag at? Where your bag at? (Where your bag at?)
Yeah, yeah
Where your bag at? Where your bag at? (Where your bag at?)
Yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Ayy where that cash at?
Yeah, yeah
Ayy where that cash at?
Where your bag at?
Yeah, yeah
First off RIP Nip, Glock never leave the hip
Lil’ bitch wanna fuck but I just wan’ stuff my pockets and dip
You know you bound to sink, you fuck with strangers get ’em off your ship
I ain’t never fall in love, what is you thinking?
Did I make it clear?

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