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[Intro]
03
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby, wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’ baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Verse]
And I’m playin’ them naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it
Took a charge and didn’t say shit
Sweet lady, need a replacement
You feel good, get left for ravin’
Fly bitch from where I be bangin’
[?] in my fuckin’ favor
Bitch, I’m from another planet
Where we speak a different language
Fuck the jury and the plaintiff
Word to Chase, he fuckin’ saved me
Reason why I got the [?]
Now I’m here to bring the plaques
Hottest shit since Michael Jackson
Janet Jackson, satisfaction
Love my sisters on some black shit
White girl in my fuckin’ baggage
White girl made me fuckin’ happy
Fuck the bounty, I’m just laughin’
‘Cause you drove out here to grab me
I got out soon as I landed
Waited longer on the package
Now they know I’m really trappin’
And I still don’t know what happened
Realest nigga in first class
The realest statement in your caption
"#Free03, my favourite rapper"

[Break]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
03
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Outro]
And [?] naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it

[Verse]
Am so wrong
For staying up late
Going out with my friends?
For drinking too much
And saying I won’t, but then do it again
When you take my hand
I realize I can be who I am
‘Cause I’ll be alright
As long as I’m leaving with you

[Pre-Chorus]
I came with the hard times
But you brought the good times
You make my life brighter, brighter
I found my way
You’re only gonna love me
You’re never gonna judge me
Now I’m climbing higher, higher every day

[Chorus]
I’m keeping my head up
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
Yeah, I owe it to you
For making me so good
For keeping my head up
You’re keeping my head up

[Verse 2]
How many times
How many times have I said I was good?
That every night
You light me up like my last cigarette
With you by my side
I don’t really care what the neighbors might think
‘Cause I’ll be alright
As long as I’m leaving with you

[Pre-Chorus]
I came with the hard times
But you brought the good times
You make my life brighter, brighter
I found my way
You’re only gonna love me
You’re never gonna judge me
Now I’m climbing higher, higher every day

[Chorus]
I’m keeping my head up
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
Yeah, I owe it to you
For making me so good
For keeping my head up
You’re keeping my head up

[Outro]
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
Yeah, I owe it to you
For making me so good
For keeping my head up
You’re keeping my head up

[Verse 1]
Oops I think I did something
Yeah I fucked up this summer
I didn’t put out one damn song
But y’all hoes still ain’t did nothing
I smell my revenge coming
I see new red benz stuntin
If I keep making songs like this
I swear I will get lost
All these folks keep trying me
Why they keep denying me
First walk up fake robberies
Door low blow straights blindin’ me

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh we
Who me
My shine you can’t block
If I catch you hoes outside that sneak diss shit gon” stop

[Chorus]
You keep talking sly
But I bet you ain’t gon’ try
I will come and slide
And I bet you ain’t gon’ try me
Talking now with lies
But I bet you ain’t gon’ try
You have lost your mind
But I bet you not gon’ try me

[Verse 2]
Oops I think I kill hoes
Drop one take I real know
You have fun for all your life
But somehow can’t get on
Why I’m getting dissed for
No one hears your diss songs
Better go get your crown on tight
Before you come for this stone
Why these hoes be so mad
Make your way, your own path
Ooh you felt that’s your bad
I will kick your hoe ass

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh we
Who me
My shine you can’t block
If I catch you hoes outside that sneak diss shit gon’ stop

[Chorus]
You keep talking sly
But I bet you ain’t gon’ try
I will come and slide
And I bet you ain’t gon’ try me
Talking now with lies
But I bet you ain’t gon’ try
You have lost your mind
But I bet you not gon’ try me

[Intro]
I’m from West Side Bompton Tree (suu whoop)
Fuck all the fake Bloods and the enemies (suu whoo-suu whoop)
YG 4Hunnid chunkin’ big P’s
Niggas went quiet, then Mustard did the beat

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 1]
Suu whoop my rag (rag)
I’m suu whoop when I’m mad (mad)
"YG, don’t you got a daughter?"
Yeah, I’m a gangbangin’-ass dad (dad)
Big B, Gucci bag (bag), blue hundreds in my bag (my bag)
"YG, how you feel about the hundreds bein’ blue?"
Nigga, I ain’t mad
The Crips know I’m with this Blood shit
Need a Piru and that’s Blood, bitch
Always down with this thug shit
She get fly, she suck dick
Pull up Bentley, mean muggin’ (muggin’)
All daps, she ain’t huggin’
If you a square, you ain’t fuckin’
She love 2Pac, she thuggin’ (she thuggin’, nigga)

[Refrain]
"YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (he paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)"
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid
A lot, on the block, YG be goin’ to the top, to the top, to the top
In a box, never let ’em put a nigga in a box
‘Cause a nigga off the block
YG a.k.a. Big Blood, a.k.a. Big Red Fox (Big Red Fox, nigga)
YG a.k.a. Lil’ Buddha from that 400 block (4Hunnid)

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 2]
Bangin’ on these bitch niggas
Bangin’ while I’m rich, nigga
I don’t make no sense, nigga
‘Cause I don’t give no shit, nigga
Come to L.A. and pay rent, nigga
Your bloodshed ain’t lit, nigga
Fuck it, you don’t wanna be a bitch, nigga
You a clown, you IT, nigga
Suu whoopin’ in my songs
My enemies sing my songs
My suu whoopin’ so strong (so strong)
I can’t do no wrong (no wrong)
My whoopin’ can’t be cloned (can’t clone)
I’m berious, I’m bold (I’m bold)
My bitch in a suu whoop robe (my throne)
Take it off, she in a suu whoop thong (her thong)
I ain’t with the pink-haired Blood shit (suu whoop)
I ain’t with the only-at-the-club-Bloodin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop)
My niggas I be with, they known for bustin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop-whoop)
What, who, and where? End of discussion

[Refrain]
"’Cause YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)"
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid, a lot

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes (suu whoop)
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
West Side Tree Top Bompton, nigga, on Bloods
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof
On Piru, suu whoooooop

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Intro: Lloyd]
Aw yeah
Drop it for a nigga
That ass up

[Hook: Lloyd]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
She say I only love the way she drop it, well maybe so
She say I’ll probably leave if she don’t pop it, we’ll never know
Cause she get down on us, scrub the ground on it, with no shame
Give her time on it, roll around on it, do her thang
I ain’t, the type to trick but she go hard for the cause
Type to bust it open wide and have me close down the mall
We ain’t, gotta take it slow, she’s-a hit the door
Let it show, for the give and go, get it on the flo’
Woo, ayy, shake it like you never ever got to shake it
If pussy popping was a college, she done graduated
She need a bow for that ass just to celebrate it
A lot of clapping and a standing ovation when she

[Hook: Lloyd]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

[Verse 2: Lloyd]
I be in the streets with my woes
And I be on the creep all the time with these hoes
Can’t help that I’m a freak and it shows
See I be eating pussy, kissing titties, sucking toes
Million dollar nigga since a youngin
And if the police coming then I’m runnin’
And if I go to jail then my baby post the bail
Nigga, nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothing
She got some ugly ass ways
Aw, but she sure look fine
She know how to blow my mind
When she drop that ass for me like it’s 1999

[Hook: Lloyd]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]
You know I love you shorty, or maybe I’m just kidding
But the way you pop that, pop that pussy, shit I’m all up in it, tightly fitted
Bounce that ass up, got to climb up the pole
If she ever hit the stage, I’ma be at her show
Cause she my favorite life, favorite type
That bust it open, bust it baby, but she lady like
Ooh, I’m talking head wraps and sundresses, heels for her flexing
Ain’t no time she won’t lend me that box, it need stretching
On the late night
She got the kind of glove to catch me if the play’s right
That fly you out, you and that ass have a safe flight
And I’ma be there when she lands
Cause she never stood a chance in that bow-legged stance
Told her back that ass up

[Hook: Lloyd]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you