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IF I WASN’t RAPPIN’
Boys, Concrete
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Mm, damn
It's Rob with the cash, honey
Look, if I weren't rappin', would've been doin' organized crime
All the door entries got a chime
Cops pull us over, the gang say, "Drugs ain't mine"
Eyes be at CC's dyin', triple up on drank every time
I clean out my plug like Movado
My bitch can't get more fine and she brown like pork and rinds
I go out like Barry Bonds
Can't never ride on none my kind
Dissin' me, tryna get hot
Ho, drop the load again
Have someone come and kill you in your prime
Say, "Swear you ain't know these rappers?"
Bitch, my swag, you niggas must be blind
I'm one nigga, ain't hard to find
Post up same place every time
And the way we let them eat
Can't do it, hell nah, not on the dime
It's Creep forever, gon' ride
Hot rocks still stickin' by my side
Don't get confused by the pot
I don't do too much talkin' outside
If I weren't rappin', I'd still be 'round 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
Buyin' shit you can't afford
Your top hoes, we probably ignore
She do lines in Prada store
But I can't judge 'cause I did four
Only difference, mine is poured
We both got lives, but mine ain't borin'
Pull up in a skyish trench coat
Whatever I do, he ten-fold
I said tread light, he tiptoe
I'm hand-to-hand like rent low
I'm geeked up with Winslow
Everybody got ten toes, but everybody ain't ten toes
Can't believe you played Superman, I made that bitch my head ho
Sign the dotted line, I get your little mans like Alamo
She super thick, play patty-cake, fuck with me from ten to four
You told me, "See you at the top,"
I 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, see you gone like I'm Fred Anoya
Ridin' '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
AM geek, wake up at ten
She gon' start departure at nine
Rather they bitches be put in a line
Heard that nigga stand on eight toes, couldn't be mine
She done called me ten times, I still check in sometime
Pussy checked off the line, everything ain't for everybody
I get high 'til I feel godly, nigga fucked up on his timing
RPs on my body like vegetable soup
Nigga, I know I smoke more than Snoop
Threw my dog an alley-oop
Big diamonds, no couscous, pussy
Yo, man
If I wasn't rappin', the whip still be candy paint
I'd still pour up on drank
My cup purple and yellow like Kobe number eight
Big baguettes in the face
Ravaged truck, who wanna race?
Side bitch tweakin', switch hoes a day
Make her change clothes for LLJ
She gon' do whatever I say
And these diamonds not from K
AD Reid, I'm callin' the play
Fly to Dallas, I feel like Klay
I'm a player, but I don't play
Nigga, especially 'bout my pay
More white men in my pocket than the Klan
I got them young niggas with shiesty in hood zone
Ready to spin it like a fan
It's Creep, we can't be fucked with
Free PF like Lil Dan
All I gotta do is make one call, they gon' wrap him like Saran
How the hell you ten toes when you ain't stick to the plan?
Pussy
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Ice