[Intro]

Pi' 'til I die

Just because

Pi' 'til I die

Piru

B's up

Bitch, I'm me

[Chorus]

Young Money is the label, let us in the door

And we comin' in this bitch all red to the floor

And I'm Blooded, soowoop

And I'm Blooded, soowoop (Yeah, yeah)

I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows

Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes

And I'm Blooded, soowoop

And I'm Blooded, soowoop

[Verse 1]

Once again, it's on, yeah, I'm back in the booth (Yeah)

Stand at the top like a tack in the roof (Yeah)

Still on these hoes like a mack in a suit (Yeah)

Still on my toes, not a crack in my shoe (Let's go)

Rappers talking 'bout me, but I don't give a hoot (Fuck 'em)

These niggas still lying, I'm the motherfucking truth (Fuck 'em)

Talk tough 'til I knock off your kuf' (Fuck 'em)

And I own my team, I'm like a Maloof (Yeah)

They hatin' on me, I'm just tryna be Weezy (Uh)

Just like Young Jeezy in a lima-bean 'Ghini (What up, boy?)

Smoked out my mind, baby, now I'm seein' 3D (Yeah)

Dope boy fresh from my fitted to my DCs (Yeah)

All red, so these hoes know who we be's (B's up)

We be's Bloods, we B's

Popeye flow, y'all niggas Sweet Peas

Getting high on a yacht, call it seaweed

[Chorus]

Young Money is the label, let us in the door

And we comin' in this bitch all red to the floor

And I'm Blooded, soowoop

And I'm Blooded, soowoop (Yeah)

I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows

Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes

And I'm Blooded, soowoop

And I'm Blooded, soowoop (Yeah, come on)

[Verse 2]

I advance my flow (Yeah), and they must like that (Yeah)

They like it so much, they say they write that

Barkin' at the dog, but I don't bite back

I ain't CPR, I ain't bringin' they life back

Black CBR, bad bitch on the bike back (Alright)

Skittles on my wrist, yeah, nigga, the bright pack

I'ma shine, I live where the light at (You dig?)

Air Force fly, call me a Nike check

Brand-new coupe same color as the sky

The dash say two, y'all know I'm gon' try

Cop pull me over, y'all know I'm gon' lie

They go up in my trunk, y'all know I'm gon' fry

Them niggas throwin' salt all over my fries

So I'ma just walk all over them guys

Niggas throwing darts, never hit the bullseye

Young Money, bitch, New Orleans, East Side

[Chorus]

Young Money is the label, let us in the door

And we comin' in this bitch all red to the floor

And I'm Blooded, soowoop

And I'm Blooded, soowoop

I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows

Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes

And I'm Blooded, soowoop

And I'm Blooded, soowoop (Yeah)

[Verse 3]

Been around the world, rep the same thing

Been around the world, it's the same gang

B's up, B's up, flame gang

Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt, bang-bang

I told my homie Streets, "You can't sleep on life"

So he popped an X pill and didn't sleep all night (Yeah)

I ain't worrying 'bout you, I'm just tryna do me

Last album did two, I'm just tryna do three (Go)

I am what every pair of eyes ought to see (Go)

Bitches wish they could just call and order me (Ho)

My mama used to tell me get a 9-to-5

Cash Money made her say never mind, I'm fine (B's up)

[Chorus]

Young Money is the label, let us in the door

And we comin' in this bitch all red to the floor

And I'm Blooded, soowoop

And I'm Blooded, soowoop (Yeah)

I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows

Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes

And I'm Blooded, soowoop

And I'm Blooded, soowoop (Soowoop)

[Outro]

Yeah, Pi' 'til I die

Yeah, yeah, Pi' 'til I die

Piru to Damu

Yeah

Soowoop