2 Raw

[Verse 1] Hey, Groove the window down, oh, shit I'm getting high Still I'm cool, no A/C needed Probly sliding down ya region off this Henny got me leaning Ain't no secret that we balling and your 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 fucking with you losers, all my niggas won It's Mr. BetIGotSumWeed, hey, split another one Look down upon the ceiling Just try to reach the sky cause when you up they all be kneeling Contradictions in my thoughts and I just execute my feelings Shake the nonbelievers off, I'm tryna navigate a million But you first let's hit the store you know I love Korean She tell me hurry up and buy, I hurry up I'm fiending So I zip that, chop that, pass the blunt Know my dick from last month but there's more to come, what the fuck? [Hook] Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up) Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up) Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up) Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up) When the sunshine, and the moonlight, in my life Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up) When the sunshine, and the moonlight, in my life Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up) [Verse 2] Heroin, extacy, Oxycontin, Vicodin Coca Cola, everything up in our jeans Even methamphetamines, get this bread by any means PCP, LSD, transactions frequently Turn you 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 cracking niggas heads in the stolen challenger Hopped up out the passenger and merked the DA's messenger Every corner, camera, nigga I'm just tryna live Shitty on a shitty curb, niggas kill ya front your kids See how niggas get it in, trapping so we live in sin This felony won't keep me in I'm hungry gotta rob again Embarrassing my mom and them, grandma bragging to her friends Killing beef, apparently, name a nigga rare as me, yeah, I be [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Got me swagged, then I put your style in a body bag Man, I'm off a bag of that good, my flow off a powder pack Man, I'm leaning hard, like I'm off that syrup, and I'm damn near tore up With 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 mothafuckin' motto In the Monte Carlo, yeah, sipping on Carlo, just me and my posse Strapped up when you 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, because I get my bucks bigger I'm on my own, I'm in my zone, bitch niggas can't knock me off my throne I'm on my shit, cause septic tanks, I don't give a fuck what set you claim Just get your money let the bullshit walk, I'mma get this cheese Like a little rat bitch, fucking suck me good, nibbling through her team Raw shit, nigga check me out, know you jocking my steez Best believe nigga we run this shit, niggas know that I be, be [Hook]