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[Chorus]
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me?
Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me?
Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me

[Verse 1]
My lil’ niggas blood thirsty
Yo’ lil’ niggas blood suckers
I treat mine like blood brothers
They get nothin’ but love from me
Pass out all these choppers, watch them cut up like a motherfucker
If you want that beef shit we got all you niggas like four rubbers
Best keep your head up, niggas get wet up
Drop twenty-something hollows in his sweater
Everybody over here totin’ Berettas
We’ll go twenty-zero if you let us
If you wanna get up, I will whatever
Quit all that talking and bet up
And everybody over here gettin’ some money
Shoot 500 and bet up
Herbo who does somethin’ for you?
Nobody never
Who gon’ take somethin’ from you?
Nobody ever
Tell ’em I see you around, get wit’ the schedule
If that nigga out of bounds get him together

[Chorus]
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me?
Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me?
Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me

[Verse 2]
Nigga what you done for me?
Never shot no guns for me
You know we do that for fun homie
Leave the house, yeah, they was [?] on me
Run my block 100 Ps for 200 Gs
How y’all niggas [bad jury?]
Pullin’ up in [Beats?]
And young nigga you don’t owe nothin’ to me, I just wanna see you eat
Only make sense I do somethin’ for you, niggas ain’t do nothing for me
[?] for a month or two ’til you get comfortable
Probably never tellin’ you get comfortable, nigga, I ain’t do nothing for free
Nigga tell me what you did for me
Like I said, blow this SIG for me
Or I’m like “Lil’ bro, do this bid for me
Go load up that ratchet, nigga
Aye, go swerve this brick in traffic, nigga
When you finished, then go clap a nigga”

[Chorus]
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me?
Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me?
Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me

[Intro: Tyga]
Oh, you leaving me, I’m leaving me
I make you rock

[Chorus: Tyga]
Have faith in me, have faith in me
Have a lil faith in me, oh, have faith in me
When your road gets dark and you can no longer see
Let your boy throw a spark and have a lil faith in me to get you out
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but have a lil faith
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but baby, baby

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Have faith in me, just wait for me
Put all your weight on me, everything on me
Lean on me like the drink on me
And have faith in me, faith in me, yeah
You were blind and I made you see, yeah
Give me time, give me peace of mind
Love me faithfully, baby, baby, have faith
That face is first place, yeah, can’t be replaced, yeah
I race to your side, I try and fail but never fail to try
1, and try again, 2, and try again
I might have been outta my mind
To my defense, pressure makes diamonds
And you see how I shine

[Chorus: Tyga]
So have faith in me, have faith in me
Have a lil faith in me, oh, have faith in me
When your road gets dark and you can no longer see
Let your boy throw a spark and have a lil faith in me to get you out
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but have a lil faith
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but baby, baby

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Have some faith in me, baby, know the stakes have been crazy
All this time has been passing, and now I’m talking action
Seatbelt fastened, got me in the speedway dashing
Clean but I love it when she get nasty
She just passed me, keep a bad one with it
Just so she can make the threesome nasty
That’s flashy and I’m classy
But real enough to fuck you in the backseat
Push you in the pad like you in a maxi
And have you running to me like you in a track meet
You attract me but keep it on track
‘Cause the fact is I want you to have faith in me
It’s gon’ work, believe me

[Chorus: Tyga]
So have faith in me, have faith in me
Have a lil faith in me, oh, have faith in me
When your road gets dark and you can no longer see
Let your boy throw a spark and have a lil faith in me to get you out
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but have a lil faith
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but baby, baby
Have a lil faith in 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 (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