Schoolboy Q - 2 Raw Lyrics

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Verse 1: Q

Aye groove the window down oh shit im getting high

Still im cool..

No AC needed probly slidin down ya region off this henney got me leanin ain't no secret that we ballin and yo ho be refereeing

Bet I make that pussy whistle up and down that booty dribble

Was she foul? Just a little

Tech-nical how she nibble uhh

Ain't fuckin with u losers all my niggas won

Its mista bet I got sum weed

Aye split another one

Look down upon the ceiling

Just try to reach the sky cuz when u up they all be kneeling

Contradictions in my thoughts and I just execute my feelings

Shake the nonbelievers off im tryna navigate a million

But yo first lets hit the store u kno I love Korean

She tell me hurry up and buy I hurry up im fiendin

So I zip that chop that pass the bluuuuuuunt

Know my dick from last month but theres more to coooooome

What the fuuuuuck.....

Hook

2 2 fucking raw (Face down ass up) x4

Verse 2: Q

Heroin extacy oxycontin vicodin coca cola everything up in our jeans

Even methamphetamines

Get this bread by any means

Pcp lsd transactions frequently

Turn ya job into a ki

Turn that ki into a beach

Turn that beach into ur sleep

Rest ya head remain neat

Haters love to hate a G

Gossip on ya bakery

Wish they had the recipe

Swear this life is meant for me

Tired of crackin niggas heads in the stolen challenger

Hopped up out the passenger and merked the DAs messenger

Every corner camera

Nigga im just tryna live

Shitty on a shitty curb

Niggas can ya front ya kids

See how niggas get it in

Trappin so we live in sin

This felony won't keep me in im hungry gotta rob again

Embarrassing my mom and them

Grandma braggin to her friends

Killin beef apparently

Name a nigga rare as me

Yeah I be 2 fuckin raw

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Hook

Verse 3: Rock

Got me swagged

Then I put yo style in a body bag

Man im off a bag of that good

My flow off a pile of pack

Man im leanin hard like im off that sy-RUP

And im damn near tore up

Wit my dogs and locstas

And we all got stock like brokers

Ugh we dont chase hoes nah

Hoes gon chase us yeah

Straight to the condo

Yeah bitches ain't shit thats the muhhfuckin motto

In the monte carlo

Yeah sippin on carlo

Just me and my posse

Strapped up when u gotta know the ropes like ted dibiase

Look at my life raw NIGGA

Bitches wanna suck me off QUICKER

Haters can't stand my guts NIGGA

Cuz I get my bucks BIGGER

Im on my own im in my zone

Bitch niggas can't knock me off my throne

Im on my shit cuz septic tanks

I dont give a fuck what set you claim

Just get yo money let the bullshit walk

Ima get this cheese like a lil rat bitch

Fuckin suck me good

Nibbling thru her team

Raw shit

Nigga check me out

Know ya jockin my steez best believe nigga we run this shit

Niggas know that I be be

2 fuckin rawwww

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