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[Intro: Big Shey]
L, don’t do it to ’em!
[Hook: Lethal] x2
RAW, that’s my wardrobe?
RAW, that’s how I fuck hoes?
RAW, that’s how the clique roll?
RAW, must be a nigga’s flow
[Verse 1: Lethal]
Who that, who that, who that
With a tool packed, two gats, too strapped
And a crew that, rule rap, you whack
Want a coupe black, roof back, huge stacks
Big racks, talking stupid better quit that
Get that, we ain’t really with the chit-chat
Niggas want beef then we pulling out the big macs
Sit back, click-clack, hang ’em like knick-knacks
Nigga it’s my shot so I step back, wet that
Thought I couldn’t spit? 'Bout time I address that
Murking these niggas man that’s why I dress black
Couldn’t find my flow if you knew the address, fact
City, zip, and street
Titties, spliffs, and some lean
Millis, whips, I got dreams
Kill me? The fuck do you mean
’Bout to smoke one, ’bout to drink mo’
Throwing singles with a bimbo
Said she wifed up but she look single
Gave a nigga brain almost went mental
Don’t worry bruh that’s just a rental
She ain’t say shit like an instrumental
Gave her some bars while toke endo
Dumb ho went under like she playing limbo
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lethal]
Walk up in the room, rappers like „oh no”
Beat the beat, turn the stu into a dojo
Beef with me, my nigga thats a no-go
He a beast, these other dudes homo
I see y’all talking ’bout fake friends but I wouldn’t know bro
Everybody keep it G around L like the LG logo
If you don’t get that just go homo ho
Bitch giving throat for a RawFit promo
Now we at the mo-mo, moving in slo-mo
Told me take photos, Henny, in the mojo
Shawty made it bounce my nigga you know that
Thirsty on Thursday so I poured more 'yak
Threw it on cam and she ain’t even hold back
That was your girl, peep the gram for the throwback
Hold that… King shit
[Outro: Big Shey]
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