More songs by Raq baby
Description
Main Artist: Raq baby
Producer: Xair
Composer Lyricist: Brian Bedford
Composer Lyricist: Lamar Alexidor
Lyrics and translation
Original
Y'all nigga, this shit ain't hard nigga
Gang, this shit ain't hard, y'all nigga, we bite my style though
I'm gonna switch it up or y'all fuck nigga, show y'all something
No y'all
Big ass Draco on my lap, hope he don't let know we the pepper
So who else think he can make it, I decide it if he let
Really with tweakin', I won't learnin' how to gat in school
They like, put my name and shit, I'll turn on rat, then do it
Really don't care about nothin' else as long as my pack gets movin'
I'm not lackin', try to run up, I told him back back, you stupid
Niggas a bitch, he not no raw, but he get jacked in school
Beat his ass, get stoned on the map for speakin' on rat, you fool
And your partner ain't come today, but we gon' pack him soon
And your brother a freshman, he two young lil' bro, I'll pack him too
Put a hit out for the quarterback, I'm chasin' a sad lil' dude
I know you all day, so when we up, just give me that pad, little dude
All these rap nigga bite my style and give me that bad, little dude
Said I been in function, can't pull off this shit on flat, little dude
Ooh just be cool don be rude don be worried about what I do Gonna
Ask your nigga we put bail to him and he know what I do Play with
This shit lost all your members what do I have to prove Bitch
Bro tweakin got better things to do than shit on the blog with you
Take it out on everything, can't find
Your bro, we sendin' shots at you
We takin' him down, he ask for the time
Like we finna throw a clock at you
Ain't nobody perfect, they be quick to point out a man's flaw
Crazy or killer can be that nigga from the sandbox
Some of these niggas just mad out for
They bitch, they ain't no damn awesome
I'm with the same squad, we got rocks here
Percutant, innocent boy Don't forget our beat, a drink, man, purple
And boy Yeah, yeah, nigga, I'm smart, I'm a real
The killer We don't be doin' no hits out of the rim
I'm see your car flippin' Where's my piece?
Try to jump my hoe, that bitch can't
Beat up She like, where's my sister?
My bitch got hands, huh You thought I was gon' fight your nigga
Hit with dirty dent, huh Love the sound of shootin', it's like
Music to a band Every nigga or that fightin', do not use
It, chop his hand Yeah, nigga, chop that fuckin' hand on him
You gon' shoot shit, bitch
You know, we catchin' murder, nigga
We tryna catch a kill
Go bitch, I down, nigga
We gon' shoot you