Raw lyrics

[Intro]
(Snax on the beat), raw
Ayy, Sosa (Raw, ISO)
I've seen your crib, man, that sh*t raw as hell, man (Raw, raw)
You got five iPhones? (Raw, raw)
That sh*t raw (Raw, raw, raw, raw)
You got three guns again? Which ones you got?
Oh yeah, that sh*t raw

[Chorus]
I got a bad b*tch, she raw
I got a MAC-10, he raw
Walk in the mall like, "Coach, put me back in," big ball
It's me and Ben Frank in the mall, b*tch think we talk
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
'Member I was off a four and my fans seen me fall
They like, "He ain't give a f*ck 'cause he raw," at all
These n*ggas ain't raw, nah

[Verse 1]
Just got a BMW M6 and he raw
Don't make me use the stick shift and leave y'all
This b*tch in the whip, she like "How you let down the window?"
This sh*t raw, all y'all
A bunch of coke, a bunch of boat
That sh*t you got on is fake, it ain't right
Like hot sauce on a hot dog
'Member eating ramen noodles
Now I buy what I want to
My b*tch got an ass, she raw too (She raw)
She mad 'cause she can't do what she want to (Hell naw)
Baby, 'cause you're raw
You Lamborghini raw (Girl, you Lamborghini raw)
My truck costs what a Lamborghini costs (My truck costs what a Lamborghini costs)
I got some raw guns, a n*gga T me off (Got some raw guns, a n*gga T me off)
You see me on you, feel the screen, we cut your TV off (Come kill the screen, we cut your TV off)
I remember running in houses
Sosa, how big is your house? It's six thousand
Square feet, six bedrooms and ten different bathrooms
So I sh*t when I want to
And I know I'm raw 'cause I do this when I want to
[Chorus]
I got a bad b*tch, she raw
I got a MAC-10, he raw
Walk in the mall like, "Coach, put me back in," big ball
It's me and Ben Frank in the mall, b*tch think we talk
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
'Member I was off a four and my fans seen me fall
They like, "He ain't give a f*ck 'cause he raw," at all
These n*ggas ain't raw

[Verse 2]
They ain't raw, raw, raw, raw, raw
Baby, you want it, buy whatever you want, want, want, want, want
Sosa, your car is raw, raw, raw, raw, raw
When I pull off in that b*tch, it's like rah, rah, rah, rah, rah
Only thing gon' kill me is a puff, puff, a puff, a puff, a puff
You ain't smokin' on Cali, boy, that ain't no loud, b*tch, shut the f*ck up
Take a look around my house, it's Glocks and blunts and Glocks and blunts and blunts
Tryna come up in here, we gon' paint your ass on a Capri Sun
Boy, you cross Almighty Sosa, you done
Do this MAC-10 go with my Balenciagas or with the 9 with the 1's?
And I got so many thots, say f*ck my baby mama
'Cause she crazy
She on that Libra sh*t, she love me then hate me
But I still do it for my baby
Child support, sh*t, it don't faze me
'Cause I get cakey
I go a lot of places
I got accountants and agents
Give my n*ggas raw guns, b*tch, they sprayin'
[Chorus]
I got a bad b*tch, she raw
I got a MAC-10, he raw
Walk in the mall like, "Coach, put me back in," big ball
It's me and Ben Frank in the mall, b*tch think we talk
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
'Member I was off a four and my fans seen me fall
They like, "He ain't give a f*ck 'cause he raw," at all
These n*ggas ain't raw, nah