ISO Beats - Raw lyrics

[Intro] Raw (Aye Sosa) Raw (I've seen your girl man, that sh** raw as hell man) Raw (Got 5 iPhones?) Raw, raw (That sh** raw) Raw, raw, raw (You got 3 guns, again? Which one you good at?) (Oh yeah, that sh** raw) [Hook] I got a bad b**h, she raw I got a Mac-10, he raw Walk in the mall like coach (?) and we ball It's me and Ben Franklin, my b**h think we tall Huh, huh, huh, huuuuh, huh, huuuuh, huh Remember I was off a 4 and my fans seen me fall They like he ain't give a f** cause he raw, and nah These n***as 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 b**h in the whip, she like "how you ain't let down the window" This sh** raw, all y'all A bunch of coke, a bunch of boats This sh** you got on is fake, it ain't right Like hot sauce on a hot dog 'Member eating roman noodles Now I buy what I wanted to My b**h got a a**, 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 cost what a Lamborghini costs My truck cost what a Lamborghini costs I got some raw guns, give a n***a CPR Got some raw guns, give a n***a CPR See me feel me, k** the screen, we'll cut your TV off k** the screen, we'll cut your TV off I remember running in houses Sosa, how big is your house? It's 6 thousand Square feet, 6 bedrooms and 10 different bathrooms So I sh** where I want to And I know I'm raw because I do I want to [Hook] I got a bad b**h, she raw I got a Mac-10, he raw Walk in the mall like coach (?) and we ball It's me and Ben Franklin, my b**h think we tall Huh, huh, huh, huuuuh, huh, huuuuh, huh Remember I was off a 4 and my fans seen me fall They like he ain't give a f** cause he raw, and nah These n***as ain't raw, nah [Verse 2] Raw, raw, raw, raw, raw n***a, you don't wanna buy you whatever you want, want, want, want, want Sosa, your car is raw, raw, raw, raw, raw When I pull off and that b**h is like rah, rah, rah, rah, rah Only thing gone k** me is a puff, a puff, a puff, a puff, a puff You ain't smoking on Cali, boy, it ain't no loud, b**h, shut the f** 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 a** 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? And I got so many thots, f** my baby mama Cause she crazy She on that Aaliyah sh** she love me then hate me But I still do it for my baby Child support sh**, it don't faze me Cause I get cakey I go a lot of placeys I got accountants and agents Give my n***as raw guns, b**h, they spraying [Hook] I got a bad b**h, she raw I got a Mac-10, he raw Walk in the mall like coach (?) and we ball It's me and Ben Franklin, my b**h think we tall Huh, huh, huh, huuuuh, huh, huuuuh, huh Remember I was off a 4 and my fans seen me fall They like he ain't give a f** cause he raw, and nah These n***as ain't raw, nah