IF I WASN’T RAPPIN’

作词 : Miles McCollum/Dillan Caster/Justin Daniels/Brandon Mitchell

作曲 : Miles McCollum/Dillan Caster/Justin Daniels/Brandon Mitchell

Mm, damn (Damn)

(It's Raw when you need cash only)

Look

If I wasn't rappin', would've been doin' organized crime

All the doors just got a Chime

Cops pull us over, the gang say, "Drugs are mine"

I was beatin' CCs down, I triple up on drank every time

I clean out my place like move out day, my bitch can't get more fine

And she brown like pork and rinds

I go out like Barry Bonds, can never rat on none of my kind

Dissin' me, tryna get hot

Ho dropped the lo' again, have someone come and kill you in your prime

Say swear you ain't know these rappers bit my swag, you **** must be blind

I'm one **** that ain't hard to find, posted up same place every time

Man, the way we let them eat, can't do it, nah, nah, I'm done

It's 'Crete forever, gon' ride how I ride, still stickin' by my side

Don't get confused by the plot, I don't do too much talkin' outside

If I wasn't rappin', I'd still be around rappers, I'd just take they shit after

Load the whole clip if I have to, cut that bitch off 'cause she last year

Me and the guys ridin' 'round, pourin' shit you can't afford

Your top hoes, we'd probably ignore (Bah)

She do lines in Prada store

But I can't judge 'cause I did four

Only difference, mine is poured (Pour me)

We both got lives, but mine ain't borin'

Pull up in disguise, trench coat

Whatever I do, he 10-4

I said, "Tread light," he tip-toe

I'm hand in hand like rent low

I'm geeked up, Winslow

Everybody got ten toes, but everybody ain't ten toes

Can't believe you play Superman, I made that bitch my head-ho

Sign the dotted line, might get you a lil' advance like Alamo

She super thick, play patty cake, **** with me from 10 to 4

You told me, "See you at the top," I've been at the top, but where you go?

Play around, get put in a box, don't give a damn 'bout who you know

Or who know you, teeth gold like I'm from the Nola

Ride 'round with all my soldiers, can't wait to give that boy exposure

It's us

We got more drugs than the city of sin

A.m. geeked, wake up at 10

She gon' start departure at 9

Rally these bitches, we put 'em in line

Heard that **** stand on eight toes, couldn't be mine (Mm-mm)

She done called me ten times, I still check in sometimes (Mm)

Pussy checked off a line, everything ain't for everybody (****in' pussy)

I get high 'til I feel godly, **** ****ed up on his timin'

RPs in my body like vegetable soup

****, I know I smoke more than Snoop

Threw my dog a alley-oop

Big diamonds, no couscous

Pussy (Mm)

Yeah (Mm, mm)

Yeah

If I wasn't rappin', the whip'd still be candy paint

I'd still pour up on drank, my cup purple and yellow like Kobe, number eight (Uh)

Big baguetties in the face (Yeah), Brabus truck, who wanna race?

Side bitch tweakin', switch hoes a day, make her change clothes for L and J

She gon' do whatever I say (Uh-huh)

And these diamonds not from Cape (On God)

Andy Reid, I'm callin' the play, flight to Dallas, I feel like Klay (Gone)

I'm a player, but I don't play

****, especially about my pape' (Brr)

More white men in my pocket than the Klan (On God)

I got them young **** with shiesty and hoods on, ready to spin it like a fan (Frrt)

It's 'Crete, we Can't Be ****ed With, 4PF like Lil Dann

All I gotta do is make one call, they gon' wrap 'em like saran

How the hell you ten toes when you ain't stick to the plan, pussy?

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh

Us