Lil Durk - Too Raw

(ChopSquad)

This my car, hop in bitch and take yo' shoes off
Beggin' bitch she keep on ask me, throw my mood off
I got prices goin' to the store and bring me two pops
I can't fuck that pussy weak that pussy too popped
My lil' whoa just changed the score that nigga too hot
I can't trust my homie 'cause he told, he too cop
Fresh out of jail, fresh out of jail judge gave me two shots
And I told the judge that, "I'm too raw"

Bandana on me like I'm 2Pac (let's get it, yeah)
Shoutout to Rome I call him two Glocks
Don't mention names to get some cool points (pussy)
That's that shit that's gon' get you shot (grrah)
Bankroll, two knots (let's get it)
Dope boy, two spots
Hot stove, two pots
Dior, no Guwop
Audemar wristwatch, broke hoes, don't kiss thots
Fuck a rumor, send shots
X day, ten shots
Shake somethin', my lil' niggas gon' take somethin'
Me and Randy fucked your baby mama
A nigga like me you can't pay to argue
Beverly Hills, don't pay for parking
Been in the trenches, got top dollar
With my dogs like Rottweilers
Me and my dawgs, we ain't got problems
Let's get it

This my car, hop in bitch and take yo' shoes off
Beggin' bitch she keep on ask me, throw my mood off
I got prices goin' to the store and bring me two pops
I can't fuck that pussy weak that pussy too popped
My lil' whoa just changed the score that nigga too hot
I can't trust my homie 'cause he told, he too cop
Fresh out of jail, fresh out of jail judge gave me two shots
And I told the judge that, "I'm too raw"

Written by:
Darrel Jackson, Devonte Richmond, Durk D. Banks

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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