2 Raw (feat. Jay Rock)

Lyrics

[Featuring: Jay Rock]
 Verse 1: Q
 Aye groove the window down oh shit I'm getting high
 Still im cool. No AC needed
 Probly slidin down ya region off this henney got me leanin
 Ain't no secret that we ballin and yo ho be refereeing
 Bet I make that pussy whistle up and down that booty dribble
 Was she foul? Just a little, tech-nical how she nibble uhh
 Ain't fuckin with u losers all my niggas won
 It's mista bet I got sum weed, aye split another one
 Look down upon the ceiling
 Just try to reach the sky cuz when u up they all be kneeling
 Contradictions in my thoughts and I just execute my feelings
 Shake the nonbelievers off im tryna navigate a million
 But yo first lets hit the store you know I love Korean
 She tell me hurry up and buy, I hurry up I'm fiendin
 So I zip that, chop that, pass the blunt
 Know my dick from last month but theres more to come, what the fuck?
 [Hook]
 2, 2 fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
 Verse 2: Q
 Heroin, extacy, oxycontin, vicodin, coca cola everything up in our jeans
 Even methamphetamines
 Get this bread by any means
 Pcp, lsd, transactions frequently
 Turn ya job into a ki
 Turn that ki into a beach
 Turn that beach into ur sleep
 Rest ya head, remain neat
 Haters love to hate a G
 Gossip on ya bakery
 Wish they had the recipe
 Swear this life is meant for me
 Tired of crackin niggas heads in the stolen challenger
 Hopped up out the passenger and merked the DA's messenger
 Every corner, camera
 Nigga im just tryna live
 Shitty on a shitty curb
 Niggas can ya front ya kids
 See how niggas get it in
 Trappin so we live in sin
 This felony won't keep me in im hungry gotta rob again
 Embarrassing my mom and them
 Grandma braggin to her friends
 Killin beef, apparently
 Name a nigga rare as me
 Yeah I be, 2 fuckin raw
 Hook
 Verse 3: Rock
 Got me swagged
 Then I put yo style in a body bag
 Man im off a bag of that good
 My flow off a pile of pack
 Man im leanin hard, like im off that sy-RUP
 And im damn near tore up
 Wit my dogs and locstas
 And we all got stock like brokers
 Ugh, we don't chase hoes, nah
 Hoes gon chase us, yeah
 Straight to the condo
 Yeah bitches ain't shit that's the muhhfuckin motto
 In the monte carlo
 Yeah sippin on carlo
 Just me and my posse
 Strapped up when u gotta know the ropes like ted dibiase
 Look at my life raw, NIGGA
 Bitches wanna suck me off, QUICKER
 Haters can't stand my guts, NIGGA
 Cuz I get my bucks, BIGGER
 Im on my own, im in my zone
 Bitch niggas can't knock me off my throne
 Im on my shit, cuz septic tanks
 I don't give a fuck what set you claim
 Just get yo money let the bullshit walk
 Ima get this cheese like a lil rat bitch
 Fuckin suck me good
 Nibbling thru her team
 Raw shit
 Nigga check me out
 Know ya jockin my steez best believe nigga we run this shit
 Niggas know that I be be
 2 fuckin rawwww
 Hook
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:38
Key
8
Tempo
146 BPM

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