, raw
Ayy, Sosa 
Ive seen your crib, man, that shit raw as hell, man 
You got five iPhones? 
That shit 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
Its 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 aint give a fuck cause he raw, at all
These niggas aint raw, nah
Just got a BMW M6 and he raw
Dont make me use the stick shift and leave yall
This bitch in the whip, she like How you let down the window?
This shit raw, all yall
A bunch of coke, a bunch of boat
That shit you got on is fake, it aint 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 mad cause she cant do what she want to 
Baby, cause youre raw
You Lamborghini raw 
My truck costs what a Lamborghini costs 
I got some raw guns, a nigga T me off 
You see me on you, feel the screen, we cut your TV off 
I remember running in houses
Sosa, how big is your house? Its six thousand
Square feet, six bedrooms and ten different bathrooms
So I shit when I want to
And I know Im 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
Its 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 aint give a fuck cause he raw, at all
These niggas aint raw
They aint 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, its like rah, rah, rah, rah, rah
Only thing gon kill me is a puff, puff, a puff, a puff, a puff
You aint smokin on Cali, boy, that aint no loud, bitch, shut the fuck up
Take a look around my house, its 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 1s?
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 dont 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
Its 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 aint give a fuck cause he raw, at all
These niggas aint raw, nah