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[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 (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]
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I turn one (ayy) into two (ayy), I turn three (ayy) into four (ayy, million)
But I remember clear as day the days when I was broke (yup)
Sellin’ nicks and dimes right in front the corner store (for real)
Them white and blue lights pull up, take off runnin’, that’s the folks (that’s 12)
Told mama I ain’t with that starvin’ shit no more (fuck that)
You ain’t gotta ask me, hell yeah I’m sellin’ dope (ayy who that?)
That lil nigga ’round the corner got it for the low (it’s Dolph)
You ain’t gotta ask me, hell yeah I smashed your ho (uh)
Ball around the globe (whoa), rock a lot of gold (whoa)
I call your bitch green light shawty ’cause that bitch on go (on go)
I call all y’all niggas pussy ’cause all y’all some hoes (hah)
She looked me up and down and she said what the fuck are those? (drippy)
Fucked her on the top floor now she loungin’ in my robe (yeah)
I can’t trust a nigga ’cause that’s just the way it goes (for real)
I can’t fuck with you lil nigga, I heard that you told
Got a ghetto East Oakland bitch, I call her Keyshia cole (ayy ayy ayy)

[Chorus]
Long hair (yeah yeah), she don’t care (yeah yeah)
Extended clips (thirty thirty), hollow tips (fire fire)
Fast motor (skrrt), marijuana odor (yeah yeah)
High roller, bitches say he bipolar (ayy what you on?)
Rich nigga (yeah yeah), bad bitches (yeah yeah)
You can’t tell me shit (why?), I don’t listen (I don’t listen)
Money counter (ayy), lot of hundreds (ayy)
Me and a blonde bitch just smoked a whole onion (hey, hey)

[Verse 2]
Ayy what you doin’?
Me and my white bitch just smoked a whole zip (stankin’)
Too much ice on me, damn I gave the bitch the chills (woo)
Found out that he wasn’t real, that shit brought me to tears (damn)
Found out her booty wasn’t real and I didn’t give a damn (haha)
What’s that on your back girl, that thing look like a ham (fat)
She said she get it from her mama, I said bitch you lyin’ (you lyin’)
A hundo for my time (a huncho), they like how I shine, hey

[Chorus]
Long hair (yeah yeah), she don’t care (yeah yeah)
Extended clips (thirty thirty), hollow tips (fire fire)
Fast motor (skrrt), marijuana odor (yeah yeah)
High roller, bitches say he bipolar (ayy what you on?)
Rich nigga (yeah yeah), bad bitches (yeah yeah)
You can’t tell me shit (why?), I don’t listen (I don’t listen)
Money counter (ayy), lot of hundreds (ayy)
Me and a blonde bitch just smoked a whole onion (hey, hey)

[Outro]
Me and a blonde bitch just smoked a whole onion
Me and a blonde bitch just smoked a whole onion
When we walk in, that’s a lot of money
A whole lot of drip, uh-huh, that’s how I’m comin’

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayyyy
Buddah blessed this beat

[Verse 1]
What up?
All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
Count better than I spell (fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

[Verse 2]
Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter milly every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
Your main bitch my baby (hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (ayy)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

[Intro]
Uh huh
Aye
Damn, hol’ on
What the fuck? Who the fuck is this?
Hol’ on
Aye
Aye

[Verse 1]
IPhone goin’ off
Press decline, hit the power button just to throw it off
Annoyin’ ass lil’ bitch keep texting me
I hate a know-it-all
I hit bitches ASAP on the first night I don’t know at all
And if you think this shit got them sick, wait ’til I show it all
50K, I put that on my wrist, ain’t have no glow at all
Plain Jane, sky dweller
Get that money now or never
Got that chick, you know I’m gangster
What I do? Go buy a bezel
And I’m out here by my lonely
One up on me, niggas can’t get one up on me
Run up on me, ain’t gotta cock it, one up on me
Get a little cocky, big bro told me, nigga, you chosen
Bad enough I say “I’m broke”, everybody be like “Nigga you hoeing”
I can’t lie, I’m holdin’
I can’t fold it, rubber band to hold it
Now I’m out in [La Postolle?] rollin’, in my flipflops strollin’
Still got paranoia, I’m off [?] lookin’ off my shoulder
Book me for a show, I ain’t gon’ go unless you get my pole in

[Chorus]
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
Gettin’ money
This that Palm Angels
This a hurdle
Issa 30
It’s Lil Herbo
Two door, swervin’
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
And I have my way
Yeah, I have my way

[Verse 2]
Aye, bitch I have my way
Yeah I drive i8s
And I’m still [?]
Still’ll take fly on the jakes
Let a fuck nigga try and invade my home
Chopper shell right in the face
I secure my chain like a iPhone
Fingerprint right on the safe
Got girl scouts straight from the bay
Gucci shirt came from the A
Used to sip lean by the case
Thought it make the pain go away
I was high, fuck around, caught a case
Then them fights ain’t still go away
So far I gave my lawyer 8K, but that shit I make that rain in a day
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
I bought all of that Balmain, this that Palm Angels
She got all of that [?], swallow all I came
These hoes be actin’ like they thang but they all basic

[Chorus]
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
Gettin’ money
This that Palm Angels
This a hurdle
Issa 30
It’s Lil Herbo
Two door, swervin’
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
And I have my way
Yeah, I have my way

[Verse 1]
Tulip is a girl full of love
But I won’t leave her
She can make her mind up
Tulip is the one
Who takes pride in all she’s done
She will show it all off
Tulip takes the pain
With a smile up on her face
She loves

[Chorus]
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun

[Verse 2]
Tulip loves the breeze
She will tickle, she will tease
She sways in her glory
Tulip takes a stand
She is tall and she is grand
She will lift your spirits
Tulip is your friend
And when spring is at an end
Don’t cry, she’ll return again

[Chorus]
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun

[Bridge]
Don’t cry, she’ll return again

[Chorus]
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun