Raw Baby
I don't need no cosigner niggas knowing that im great
Probably why that all them fraud niggas hate
Baby tell me that im god and all you fraud niggas fake
You aint raw I see it all in your face
How come i don't never see you in the mall nigga
What you working all week
I spend it all in a day
I could put you on your feet
Or put you all in your place
Imma swing and knock it out
I left them all with a K
I'm a top shot pick em out
Ball with the play
I be moving with the seasons
I don't fall nigga
I be moving with the heater
I don't call niggas
Steady puffing on the cheeba
Out the jar nigga
In the drop top let it rock
Bald with the fade
If you want to ride with me
Don't stall in the way
Glock pop with me
Go hard everyday
Red dot
Left the chicken pox
All on your face
Higher than a star nigga
If you want me come get me
I be far out of space
All this water on my neck
Look i could fall in a lake
I just get it in the country
Move it all out the state
Smoking on the jet fuel
You in my house get to choking when the rent due
Message to the boss whoever sent you
I ain't never ever take a loss i wasn't meant to
Ballin in the beam guess what the bent do
Chopper with a beam i bet it bent you
Sharper than a tac i'm like a ginsu
Make a nigga bleed a little menstrual
Take some
Working with the hammer let it break some
Face up
Fucking on a baddie need her face up
Take what
All you niggas bitches need a lace front
Shake some
And i came thru banging like a bass drum
Keep a couple shooters with me
Boy you moving fooley
Why you fooling with me
Call me mister fix it keep a toolie with me
Keep an extra clip I keep a movie with me
Pop a little perky keep the feeling with me
She say that you hurt me why you dealing with me
Really hate the feeling with these demons on me
Now it really feel like they be getting to me
Gotta be a millie if you bidding to me
Better keep it really when you spitting to me
Feeling like the man with all this jewelry on me
Man its like these diamonds really fitting to me
Fifty shot pop up
Now his jaw locked up
They aint really feel me
Now i bet they hear me
Gotta see it drippin when you lick it mami
Im a raw baby how she give it to me
Probably why that all them fraud niggas hate
Baby tell me that im god and all you fraud niggas fake
You aint raw I see it all in your face
How come i don't never see you in the mall nigga
What you working all week
I spend it all in a day
I could put you on your feet
Or put you all in your place
Imma swing and knock it out
I left them all with a K
I'm a top shot pick em out
Ball with the play
I be moving with the seasons
I don't fall nigga
I be moving with the heater
I don't call niggas
Steady puffing on the cheeba
Out the jar nigga
In the drop top let it rock
Bald with the fade
If you want to ride with me
Don't stall in the way
Glock pop with me
Go hard everyday
Red dot
Left the chicken pox
All on your face
Higher than a star nigga
If you want me come get me
I be far out of space
All this water on my neck
Look i could fall in a lake
I just get it in the country
Move it all out the state
Smoking on the jet fuel
You in my house get to choking when the rent due
Message to the boss whoever sent you
I ain't never ever take a loss i wasn't meant to
Ballin in the beam guess what the bent do
Chopper with a beam i bet it bent you
Sharper than a tac i'm like a ginsu
Make a nigga bleed a little menstrual
Take some
Working with the hammer let it break some
Face up
Fucking on a baddie need her face up
Take what
All you niggas bitches need a lace front
Shake some
And i came thru banging like a bass drum
Keep a couple shooters with me
Boy you moving fooley
Why you fooling with me
Call me mister fix it keep a toolie with me
Keep an extra clip I keep a movie with me
Pop a little perky keep the feeling with me
She say that you hurt me why you dealing with me
Really hate the feeling with these demons on me
Now it really feel like they be getting to me
Gotta be a millie if you bidding to me
Better keep it really when you spitting to me
Feeling like the man with all this jewelry on me
Man its like these diamonds really fitting to me
Fifty shot pop up
Now his jaw locked up
They aint really feel me
Now i bet they hear me
Gotta see it drippin when you lick it mami
Im a raw baby how she give it to me
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Writer(s): Darien Thompson
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