RIP Big & Mack Lyrics – Young Thug

Read the full RIP Big & Mack lyrics by Young Thug along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Young Thug’s music, you can also explore Invest Into You and I’m So Dope, two other songs by Young Thug.

[Intro: Young Thug]
Welcome to UY SCUTI
Biggest motherfu*king star of them all, you know (We got London on da track)
It’s Spider
N!ggas irrelevant and have absolutely nothing they pedaling
While our ice never melting and we having medalling, you dig? (Taurus) Ayy

[Verse 1: Young Thug & T.I.]
R.I.P. to Big (Biggs), R.I.P. to Mack (R.I.P. to Mack)
Don’t believe in death forever (Don’t believe in that), hope they coming back (Uh)
Still getting back (Still getting racks), up until this day (Huh, hrr)
Keep on going bad (Keep spending), ’til we in the cage (Hold on, b!tch)

Running up a sack (Run it up), ran it up, the racks (Run it up)
Running like it’s track (Hold on), Usain that (Never)
Ran it up from nothing (Running this s*it up), fu*king up the sack (Fu*k it)
Make it all back (Hold on, yeah), going tit for tat (Agh)
Invest a hunnid mil’ (Hunnid racks), invest a hunnid racks (Yeah, same)
This s*it is all the same n!gga (That’s facts), hope to get it back (Uh-uh)
Hunnid mil’ to mama (Ma), eighty mil’ to pops, yeah
Fifty for my siblings, yeah, twenty for the opps (Ah)
Hundred percent of the business going to the kids (Ayy)
Mansions to the wifey, n!gga (Mansions to the b!tch), lifetime wigs (Lifetime, baby)
Lifetime Kelly bags, lifetime Birk’s (Lifetime, baby)
Lifetime business owner, yeah, lifetime work (We working forever)
N!ggas on the road (Huh), running up the digits (Running up)
Tryna get richer than JAY-Z, need a hunnid billion (Hold on)
Fu*k it, need a trillion (Fu*k it), fu*k it, need a zillion (Fu*k it)
Tryna beat the feds (What happened?), in the mink chilly (Hey)
Never gon’ die (Nah), every day fly, yeah
N!ggas with me ride (Ride), never getting tired (Oh)
Fu*king up a million (Million), take it worldwide, yeah
Catch me on a island (On a island), thought you knew the vibes (Thought you knew the vibes)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got rizz (Rizz)
I’m getting rich, I’m getting rich (Uh-uh)
Bottles on me, everything lit, yeah
Hit my line, baby (King, b!tch), come my city (Turn it)

[Verse 2: T.I. & Young Thug]
Miss my n!gga Clay, man, miss my n!gga Cap (Miss my n!gga Cap)
Miss my n!gga Doe B, we put Montgomery on the map (Yeah-yeah)
Have I told you can’t get respected if you tuck tail and didn’t scrap?, yeah
From the Chevy Buick, could’ve kept the turbo Porsche’s, of course’s, yeah
Long live Troup (What up, shawty?), miss my cousin too, yeah (Miss you)
Changed my life, Dej took me to DJ Tune, hey (DJ, n!gga)
Trust in me, yeah, did my thing, uh (Did my thing)
Rep my city, baby and it made me king (King)
We been through it all, back against the wall
All we do is ball, we stood tall up against the government
They don’t like us, fu*k ’em then (Fu*k ’em)
Cat never been nothing, man
The key for suffering (What?), I’m out here hustling, big .40, no tussling (Bah, bah)
I rep my Cullinan, then bought a Spectre, then went bought a resident
My backyard on the sea shore, we don’t love nun’ we keep wh*res in
Rotation, on location, on all fours, in formation
But we toured the nation on probation
Us and fu*k n!ggas, no correlation, no

[Outro: T.I.]
Boy, ain’t no question ’bout it, better ask somebody
Bentleys on Bentleys, mansions on mansions for the grandkids’ grandkids, understand that? (Huh)
Been lit since the first cigarette, you understand that, man?
All around like the ground, every place like space, you understand?
Yeah, you had my legs, bet you sure could kick it, huh
You thought, check this out, man
N!gga think he slick, I tell you what, you beat me, slime
You can have my sled, n!gga, aight now, yeah, n!gga
Man, I need another b!tch like I need a hole in my head, n!gga
I don’t need, man, ayy, listen, man
Ain’t nothing I never had, n!gga, you understand me?
I ain’t seen a bad day, n!gga, I can’t tell you n!ggas ’bout—
I can’t tell a n!gga ’bout it, you understand?
S*it, s*it, n!gga, I’ma tell you a story of a—
N!gga, I’ma tell you a story about a motherfu*king donkey
Motherfu*ker didn’t want him in the town, they told him dig a hole
Motherfu*ker dug a hole, put the motherfu*king donkey in it
Every time they goddamn kept, putting that goddamn dirty-ass donkey
That n!gga shake it off and pack it down
They put that dirty donkey back and he shake it off, pack it down
By the time they finished dumping the dirt on the donkey
He back on the ground with they motherfu*king ass
N!gga, there we is, shaking it off and packing it down, n!gga
Fu*k off