Beezy Youngin - Raw & Uncut (feat. Karolina Kush)

Say I just walked in
And these bitches lookin'
Big dog, on vet shit
I ain't never been a rookie
Don't fuck with these n****s
'Cause these n****s really pussy
I'ma fuck his baby momma
Bitch come gimme that pussy
I just walked in
I'm lookin' for them racks
My dog smellin' like skunk, he got that pack
We gone spend them bands
And get it right back off the backend
N***a play me
I'll slap his ass with my back hand
I don't fuck with these n****s
They be cappin'
We get the pack then we get it gone
Voila, magic
Bad bitch and she bouncin' clappin'
Bitch I'm slidin'
I'm swervin' out in traffic
Got that stick on me
Ready to go and hit a lick
If a n***a talkin' shit
We gone dive in his shit
Bitch I'm scuba divin'
Bitch my n***a wildin'
And she pussy poppin'
And I'm goin' viral
I met that bitch at Follies'
And I don't like to talk
Bitch I keep it silent
I don't trust nobody
Bitch I keep it on me
I been home lonely
I got on my shit
Why these n****s clonin'
Why these n****s fakin'
Why these n****s hatin'
I'm patiently waitin', back to the basics
Them n****s steady lookin' funny
Boy they lookin' sad
N***a better get the fuck up out my face
Before I load that gat
And I aim that bitch right at yo chest
And then that bitch gone blam
Wait a minute, what happened?
Oh goddamn, what happened?
The little boy wanna talk that shit
Wanna make that noise
But me and my n****s pull up
And hop out with toys
And he keep that 45
We gone fire every n***a in yo section
Keep on talkin' all that bullshit
N***a you actin' reckless
You must not know where I'm from
You ain't heard 'bout my section
It's 829 it's BTN, homie
Boy you better check it
You better stop
You better pump with all that disrespectin'
Before my n****s come through
And then we start emptying techs bitch
See after my n***a empty that tech
I'm 'bout to come back through
Tell that n***a stop all that fakin' boy
'Cause you ain't really that dude
These n****s be makin' all of that tough shit
And n****s tryna be cool
'Til a n***a come through and aim the gun
And say bitch gimme yo jewels
Matter fact, gimme yo plate n***a
I want all of yo food
Better stop playin' 'round with my n****s
'Cause we been going up some fools
See I come from a small town
Where it ain't no cops
So if a n***a really wanna act stupid
Best believe his ass will get popped
As soon we get finished
Then his body gettin' chopped
Drop his ass off in the pond
It ain't no way that we gone stop
Until we get the 'guap
See we destined to reach the top
Bringin' BTN on the map
N***a, no I won't stop
Say where you at?
Aye where you from?
Bitch throw yo hood up
My section tatted on me now
Aye bitch, what's good bruh?
It's BTN

Written by:
Carl Heyward II, Davon Amaker

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