Rip it Up/RAW Lyrics

Got the Jazz on em, Griffins Bout to Spazz on em,

Grab the Mic n Rip it up its something like a bad condom,

Ive been stacking paper in like rows like a big column,

You said lets go for pick'n roll, big body got em

D rose, Im at the free throw, Im fucking lethal,

I'm shooting, no cooking over, but I'm bringing the heat though

Like whattup? like what he say? like what does he know?

He shouldn't, nah bruh he don't, we been elite though,

Louis Vuitton, not alkeida but I be the bomb,

You beat it up one time she gone, I beat it up two times she on

She know griffin been cooking up songs,

My flow is off of the meter I pick it up, and I bring it right down

She wanna be part of my life and a wife but I told her she wouldn't like how this sounds

I wanna get up out this town

They say that rocks are meant to sink

But rockstars are meant to drown,

Get a dollar when you think I brought it British got a pound

Life flash when you blink but life last when you around bae

James Bond I got me a mission

I wanna get famous still be wishing

No Kodak black but the tunnel my vision

My pops said choose your words decision,

Cuz only the good words make commission

Momma said griff beware of collision

Lifes a curveball I'm not pitching

But if I was I wouldn't throw it that hard, Id rather be focused on precision

So I throw a change up

Now I got my change up

Please don't come around shit get dangerous

Don't try and change us

You cant move me

Your an actor and I'm the movie

I'm a soldier been off duty

Shes a keeper when she not moody

Not in FL Stu but the beat still come through cooking that shit like fruity

I got dope in my backpack, say you wanna crack back,

I say I wanna blow up for the music so I back that,

Talent say I lack that, but you don't want to back track,

You don't want to deal with the pressure you just gone post on snapchat

I got sins for every flaw, putting Za inside the RAW,

Then I pack it up to top, I be flaming it to stop

My anxiety, my life is just a lie to me,

It tape me to the wall Im bout to fall its all my mind I see

I put my pain in the music, Ive been feeling useless

Living dreams inside of my life but life been feeling lucid

Drugs gone make me stupid

Xanny Bars abuse it

I'm gone lose my life I pay for the price like bitch I knew this

I told the bitch to kick rocks she tried to talk I told her stop

Block ya number and its back to the focus being on me

The camera don't focus, my life you cant see

World in my hands its up to me

Girl you don't wanna get stuck with me

Your my life my company

Your gunna be the one who come for me

Like whats with the hate yall come for me

Imma be the one who run from me

Girl you ain't nun to me (girl you ain't nun to me)

Ay holup when the beat go out

Imma cook this shit it might burn yo house

Crib that's gone you gone sit right down

Hate my shit but you like my sound

Fuck you my bad mind my mouth,

Hotter than the heat that's down in the south

Stand up bro nah I cant, man Im too fried on the couch.