Raw Is War (feat. Hundolini)
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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