RAW¡ lyrics

[Intro]
([?] on the beat)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Woke up in a coffin, I'm buried alive
I'm tired of talking, nobody be hearin' me (Uh)
My stomach is empty, my feet on the ceiling
And none of y'all know how I be (Nah)
So f*ck it, my stomach is full of the Henny
Whenever I kick it, it's really no biggie
Just watch how I switch it up (Up)

[Verse 1]
I need a bad lil' b*tch who think she perfect
Get high on whatever I'm serving
Then put di*k in her cervix (Uh, yuh)
Put a mask on, we purgin' (Uh)
Put a mask on, we servin' purple
b*tch, I said it on purpose (Yup)
And now, we don't get nervous (Uh)
Up all night, 'til the Sun resurfacе
b*tch, I don't get nervous (Nah, um)
Might hit a lick for a couple of pеas
My n*gga just told me I'm trippin'
I'm buggin' whenever I run out of lean (Huh)
Bad lil' b*tch, I need me another one
f*ck it, she suck it with ease (What else? What else? What else? Oh yeah)
And I got a cold heart, "Why?" (Why?)
'Cause it match by b*tch (What else? Damn)
And she ride my waist like Mario Kart
Money on the side of my waist like a new .45
My old sh*t dumb, my new sh*t raw (Raw)
My old sh*t dumb (Dumb), and my new sh*t raw (Raw)
(Hahahahahaha)
[Bridge]
God damn, it's the perfect tape, watch this, yeah, yeah
([?] on the beat)

[Chorus]
Woke up in a coffin, I'm buried alive
I'm tired of talking, nobody be hearin' me (Uh)
My stomach is empty, my feet on the ceiling
And none of y'all know how I be
So f*ck it, my stomach is full of the Henny
Whenever I kick it, it's really no biggie
Just watch how I switch it
Just watch how I switch it, with a blade to his neck
My competition is nothing
I gut 'em and leave 'em to hang in the trees
But I'm not into nothin', I'm lovin' the blood as it drip on the leaves (I love it)
These n*ggas are dummies, ah-uh (These n*ggas are—)
These n*ggas are really dummies (Haha, I love 'em, ha), I see it for real (Hahahaha)

[Bridge?]
Woke up in a coffin, I'm buried alive
I'm tired of talking, nobody be hearin' me (Uh)
My stomach is empty (Empty), my feet on the ceiling, and none of y'all know how I be
And none of y'all know how I be on the daily (Duck), thoughts goin' crazy
Ugh, ugh, ugh (Mm-mm, yeah, what else?)
What else? (Damn)
Woke up in a coffin, I'm buried alive
I'm tired of talking, nobody be hearin' me (Uh)
My stomach is empty, my feet on the ceiling (f*ck it, I'm—)
And none of y'all know how I be
And none of y'all know how I be
[Outro]
f*ck it, I'm done
Shh, hahaha, let's go (My old sh*t dumb, my new sh*t raw, huh)
Murderin' all these n*ggas, bzzt-bzzt-bzzt, metaphorically, of course (My old sh*t dumb, my new sh*t raw, put that on God)
Next, mm-hmph, I'm up right now
I'm—, this is a great day, for makin' music
This is a great day, for makin' music
One more take, one more take