Chief Keef — Raw

[Intro] (Snax on the beat), raw Ayy, Sosa (Raw, ISO) I've seen your crib, man, that shit raw as hell, man (Raw, raw) You got five iPhones? (Raw, raw) That shit raw (Raw, raw, raw, raw) You got three guns again? Which ones you got? Oh yeah, that shit raw [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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' [Chorus] 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