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If Video (MV)




Performed By: Blunt Weiser
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Charles Hernandez, Bran Cook




Blunt Weiser - If Lyrics




Blonde, wise, introspective sister
Rap about sellin' dough, cuz I have
Posted like a loaf, on a half
Pistol in the small, on my back

Cuz I know that Kona, gonna crack
Started with a 50 pack, flipped it at the store
Did it back to the spot, like yo, I need some more
Got that hunnid up, and gave it another go

Then I got a quarter piece, was lookin' kinda slow
Acquired me a strawberry, in a room at the mall
Gave my runner a bump, and the money starts to flow
Told him give a whistle, if and when he see the pole

And if the block get hot, don't be knockin' at my door
Wasn't too long, before the money started flowin'
So I got a half a note, to keep the shit rollin'
Gettin' heat to the room, this hoe is off that potion

Slid the f*ck out, while she was causin' a commotion
3 AM, and I'm outside and exposed
Cuz some drunk ass hoe, couldn't keep her shit composed
Got the rest off, before the sun even rose

Then I headed the f*ck out, brought that shift to a close
Rap about sellin' dope, cuz I have
Posted like a loaf, on a half
Pistol in the small, on my back

Cuz I know that Kona, gonna crack
Rap about sellin' dope, cuz I have
Posted like a loaf, on a half
Pistol in the small, on my back

Cuz I know that Kona, gonna crack
If I rap about sellin' dope, it's cuz I have
Pull up on the block, with the burner in my lap
Homies always gettin' popped, that's why they call this shit the trap

But I put it on my momma, I ain't never goin' back
Oh yes I am, that Mexican
Return a quarter piece, into 28 grams
I be stayin' with my fam, but we do that on the low

Always lickin' never soda, cuz we mix that with the coke
Yeah I got it for the low, if you need it let me know
I be twistin' up the dro, plus the lean got me smoked
I ain't never been a hoe, ask about me in the hood

Bet my stripes is all valid, and my pass is all good
Haters wish they could, but I wish a hater would
Get the poppin' bodies droppin', now let's get that understood
Snippin' on the wood, I still aim when I dunk

Dash full of cash, cocaine in the trunk
Rap about sellin' dope, cuz I have
Posted like a loaf, on a half
Pistol in the small, on my back

Cuz I know that Kona, gonna crack
Rap about sellin' dope, cuz I have
Posted like a loaf, on a half
Pistol in the small, on my back
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English

Blonde, wise, introspective sister
Rap about sellin' dough, cuz I have
Posted like a loaf, on a half
Pistol in the small, on my back

Cuz I know that Kona, gonna crack
Started with a 50 pack, flipped it at the store
Did it back to the spot, like yo, I need some more
Got that hunnid up, and gave it another go

Then I got a quarter piece, was lookin' kinda slow
Acquired me a strawberry, in a room at the mall
Gave my runner a bump, and the money starts to flow
Told him give a whistle, if and when he see the pole

And if the block get hot, don't be knockin' at my door
Wasn't too long, before the money started flowin'
So I got a half a note, to keep the shit rollin'
Gettin' heat to the room, this hoe is off that potion

Slid the f*ck out, while she was causin' a commotion
3 AM, and I'm outside and exposed
Cuz some drunk ass hoe, couldn't keep her shit composed
Got the rest off, before the sun even rose

Then I headed the f*ck out, brought that shift to a close
Rap about sellin' dope, cuz I have
Posted like a loaf, on a half
Pistol in the small, on my back

Cuz I know that Kona, gonna crack
Rap about sellin' dope, cuz I have
Posted like a loaf, on a half
Pistol in the small, on my back

Cuz I know that Kona, gonna crack
If I rap about sellin' dope, it's cuz I have
Pull up on the block, with the burner in my lap
Homies always gettin' popped, that's why they call this shit the trap

But I put it on my momma, I ain't never goin' back
Oh yes I am, that Mexican
Return a quarter piece, into 28 grams
I be stayin' with my fam, but we do that on the low

Always lickin' never soda, cuz we mix that with the coke
Yeah I got it for the low, if you need it let me know
I be twistin' up the dro, plus the lean got me smoked
I ain't never been a hoe, ask about me in the hood

Bet my stripes is all valid, and my pass is all good
Haters wish they could, but I wish a hater would
Get the poppin' bodies droppin', now let's get that understood
Snippin' on the wood, I still aim when I dunk

Dash full of cash, cocaine in the trunk
Rap about sellin' dope, cuz I have
Posted like a loaf, on a half
Pistol in the small, on my back

Cuz I know that Kona, gonna crack
Rap about sellin' dope, cuz I have
Posted like a loaf, on a half
Pistol in the small, on my back
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Writer: Charles Hernandez, Bran Cook
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