Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Raw , by - Chief Keef. Release date: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Raw |
| You got three guns again? |
| Which ones you got? |
| Oh yeah, that shit raw |
| I got a bad bitch, 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, bitch 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 fuck 'cause he raw,» at all |
| These niggas ain’t raw, nah |
| Just got a BMW M6 and he raw |
| Don’t make me use the stick shift and leave y’all |
| This bitch in the whip, she like «How you let down the window?» |
| This shit raw, all y’all |
| A bunch of coke, a bunch of boat |
| That shit 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 bitch 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 nigga T me off (Got some raw guns, a nigga 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 shit when I want to |
| And I know I’m raw 'cause I do this when I want to |
| I got a bad bitch, 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, bitch 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 fuck 'cause he raw,» at all |
| These niggas ain’t raw |
| 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 bitch, 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, bitch, shut the fuck 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 fuck my baby mama |
| 'Cause she crazy |
| She on that Libra shit, she love me then hate me |
| But I still do it for my baby |
| Child support, shit, it don’t faze me |
| 'Cause I get cakey |
| I go a lot of places |
| I got accountants and agents |
| Give my niggas raw guns, bitch, they sprayin' |
| I got a bad bitch, 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, bitch 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 fuck 'cause he raw,» at all |
| These niggas ain’t raw, nah |