Raw Is War (feat. Hundolini)

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Jason Packs

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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
F*ck 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

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