Raw
Raw
Chief Keef
Raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw
I got a bad bitch, she raw
I got a Mac-10, he raw
Walk in the mall like (?) and we ball
These men prefer the mall (?) we talk
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I remember I was off a 4 and my fans seen me fall
It's like he dont give a fuck cause he raw
These niggas ain't raw, nah
Just got a BMW M6 and he raw
Don't make me use the shift stick and leave yall
Bitch in the woods, she like (?) that weed off
This shit raw
A bunch of coke
A bunch of boats
This shit you got on is fake, it ain't rock
Like hot sauce on a hot dog
'Member eatin' roman noodles
Now I buy what I want to
My bitch got a ass she raw too
She (?) if she want to
Baby cause you're raw
You Lamborghini raw
Girl, you Lamborghini raw
My trap cost what a Lamborghini costs
My trap cost what a Lamborghini costs
I got some raw (?) a nigga CPR
(?) we cut your TV off
I'll cut your TV off
(?) your ho this is thousands
Swear we in bedrooms intended for bathrooms
So I shit where I want to
And I know I'm raw because I know that I want to
I got a bad bitch, she raw
I got a Mac-10, he raw
Walk in the mall like (?) and we ball
These men prefer the mall (?) we talk
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I Remember When I Was Off A 4 And My Fans Seen Me Fall
It's like he dont give a fuck cause he raw
These niggas ain't raw, nah
Nigga don't wanna buy you whatever you want
Sosa your Is Raw Raw Raw Raw Raw
When I Pull Off and the bitch is like raw, raw, raw
Only thing gone kill me is a puff, puff, puff
You only smokin' on Cali bud
It ain't no loud bitch shut the fuck up
Take a look around my house it's Glocks, And Blunts, And Glocks, And Blunts, and Glocks
Tryna come up in here we gonna paint your ass on a Capri Sun
Boy you cross Almighty Sosa you done
Do this mac-10 go with my Balenciagas or the 9 With The Ones?
I got so many thots for my baby mama
Cause she crazy
She on that Aaliyah shit she love and hate me
But I still don't feed my baby
Child support shit, it don't faze me
Cause I be cakey
I go a lot of place
I got accountants and agents
Give my niggas (?) guns bitch, fastbreakin'
I got a bad bitch, she raw
I got a Mac-10, he raw
Walk in the mall like (?) and we ball
These men prefer the mall (?) we talk
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I remember I was off a 4 and my fans seen me fall
It's like he dont give a fuck cause he raw
These niggas ain't raw, nah
Chief Keef
Raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw
I got a bad bitch, she raw
I got a Mac-10, he raw
Walk in the mall like (?) and we ball
These men prefer the mall (?) we talk
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I remember I was off a 4 and my fans seen me fall
It's like he dont give a fuck cause he raw
These niggas ain't raw, nah
Just got a BMW M6 and he raw
Don't make me use the shift stick and leave yall
Bitch in the woods, she like (?) that weed off
This shit raw
A bunch of coke
A bunch of boats
This shit you got on is fake, it ain't rock
Like hot sauce on a hot dog
'Member eatin' roman noodles
Now I buy what I want to
My bitch got a ass she raw too
She (?) if she want to
Baby cause you're raw
You Lamborghini raw
Girl, you Lamborghini raw
My trap cost what a Lamborghini costs
My trap cost what a Lamborghini costs
I got some raw (?) a nigga CPR
(?) we cut your TV off
I'll cut your TV off
(?) your ho this is thousands
Swear we in bedrooms intended for bathrooms
So I shit where I want to
And I know I'm raw because I know that I want to
I got a bad bitch, she raw
I got a Mac-10, he raw
Walk in the mall like (?) and we ball
These men prefer the mall (?) we talk
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I Remember When I Was Off A 4 And My Fans Seen Me Fall
It's like he dont give a fuck cause he raw
These niggas ain't raw, nah
Nigga don't wanna buy you whatever you want
Sosa your Is Raw Raw Raw Raw Raw
When I Pull Off and the bitch is like raw, raw, raw
Only thing gone kill me is a puff, puff, puff
You only smokin' on Cali bud
It ain't no loud bitch shut the fuck up
Take a look around my house it's Glocks, And Blunts, And Glocks, And Blunts, and Glocks
Tryna come up in here we gonna paint your ass on a Capri Sun
Boy you cross Almighty Sosa you done
Do this mac-10 go with my Balenciagas or the 9 With The Ones?
I got so many thots for my baby mama
Cause she crazy
She on that Aaliyah shit she love and hate me
But I still don't feed my baby
Child support shit, it don't faze me
Cause I be cakey
I go a lot of place
I got accountants and agents
Give my niggas (?) guns bitch, fastbreakin'
I got a bad bitch, she raw
I got a Mac-10, he raw
Walk in the mall like (?) and we ball
These men prefer the mall (?) we talk
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I remember I was off a 4 and my fans seen me fall
It's like he dont give a fuck cause he raw
These niggas ain't raw, nah
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Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Kyle Emordi, James Alexander Poteat
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