IF I WASN’T RAPPIN

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty] Mm, damn (Damn) ( It's Raw when you need cash only ) Look [Verse 1: Lil Yachty] 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 niggas must be blind I'm one nigga 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 [Verse 2: DC2Trill] 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 [Verse 3: Lil Yachty] 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, fuck 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 [Verse 4: DC2Trill] 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 nigga 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 (Fuckin' pussy) I get high 'til I feel godly, nigga fucked up on his timin' RPs in my body like vegetable soup Nigga, I know I smoke more than Snoop Threw my dog a alley-oop Big diamonds, no couscous Pussy (Mm) [Verse 5: Draft Day] 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 Nigga, especially about my pape' (Brr) More white men in my pocket than the Klan (On God) I got them young niggas with shiesty and hoods on, ready to spin it like a fan (Frrt) It's 'Crete, we Can't Be Fucked 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? [Outro: Draft Day] Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh Us