Raw Is War ft. Hundolini Lyrics

I turn two to four, I make baking soda wrestle O's

Standing at the stove, watching Raw like it's wrestling, yo

Walk into a T full of fiends, it's like heaven, bro

I'll treat a Brick like a band-aid and start pressing those

I'm getting booked, I'm touring off blocks i rather seven shows

I'm knocking bitches down, last week I ran through seven hoes

I got a bad bitch, she gon' put her face where the weapon go

Walk a nigga down, Balenciaga's, I'ma step in those

Watch it lock up, walls of Jericho

DC Sniper, I'ma hit you with a telescope

Your bitch keep trying to eat me up, she think I'm edible

Got her sucking on my genitals, don't put her on the pedestal

This new pack lassy, the dog is incredible

Plug, bro, packs be my twin, we ain't identical

Hit him up, now he won't get up, he a vegetable

The last pack put em all to sleep, it was Benadryl

Last pack put him in the air, yo, where shorty go

Last night was fucking on your bitch, come get your shorty, bro

Trapping, selling plenty, I make 20, turn to 40 Os

Hit it with some buff and double stuff, it's like Oreos

Switchy on the Glock, get hit a top, when the 40 blow

Perkin ruler clips, shooters from the 6, Jason Corey Jo

I'm looking through a scope, your bitch looking through a glory hole

She don't know who the daddy is, his baby mama on the Maury show

Why is baby mama down on Ricky Lake

Bitch keep saying keep it real, but her titties fake

And she a opp, little sister, it's a tricky date

Fuck you, older brother, I'ma leave you with a sticky face

My lil' bro selling Greyhound on the interstate

You'll never catch us, if we running we gon get away

Extort your older bro, every month, he gon' send a change

In the rain, selling Danny Ainge or some LMA

Full metal jackets, hollow points all inside the pole

I'm mix and matching bullets, not designer clothes

Four pockets full, like lil' baby, I got finer hoes

I'm curious, can you fit a brick in your vagina, hoe

I'm a big T, nigga, key flipper, yeah, I'm that boy

Always keep it on me, I got Coke and Molly for the frat boys

I spot a opp and I'ma up the cannon, turn to blastoise

I'ma let it tear, put him in the air, he a asteroid

Let it tear, put him in the air, like a drone

We don't really care, we be in the traps like Home Alone

Steady selling pairs, we be in the trap, selling clones

I know millionaires, all they did was trap on the phone

If you interfere, we gon' let it clap at your dome

I'ma shed a tear, about to quit my job and sell some zones

It's like Metal Gear, how a nigga creepin' in your home

Not a love affair, all she really did was give me dome gang