More songs by Raq baby
Description
The rumbling of beats, as if the lift was stuck between floors, and instead of calling a repairman, they decided to smoke and argue about eternal matters. Words fly sharply, sometimes straight to the point, sometimes as if accidentally slipping out of an overloaded mind. There is anger, stubbornness, and that inner pain that is easier to hide behind smoke and bravado than to admit honestly. The atmosphere is harsh, but there is a strange, soothing rhythm to it - as if chaos had suddenly found a metronome.
Lyrics and translation
Original
(Here you go, fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, lookin' through my story)
(Anyways, you gotta stop doin' that)
(You wanna fuckin' play, like I'm not even motherfuckin' playin' with you, Benzo)
Hmm, I been on Percs' and dranks, sometimes I feel like I'm trippin'
Opp tryna take me to the paint, but you'll never catch me slippin'
Ain't tweakin' these personal pranks, I'm quick to give an opp a whippin'
Do you feel me? Not for money, these personal killings
Big bad wolf, I'll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my bidness, huh
Opp think he safe, baby on the way, he ain't raisin' no children
Swing the belt, I bet we get him gone, watch what you say up in 'em songs
Cryin' over that dick, it ain't that serious, baby, just leave me alone
I'm in the back feelin' good, smokin' a Backwood, in the back of the 'Bach with a 'Wood
Now you missin' your bro, hope somebody do it, you'll get some get-back if you could
Yeah, if an opp get too close on me, he wouldn't get back if he could
Cryin' on my phone 'bout a bitch on me, you want the bitch back? Is you good?
Sometimes I really be askin' myself do they really love me?
Sometimes I thought about blastin' myself, man, this shit get ugly
Nowadays, they wanna fuck me, back then, they wouldn't hug me
How many Ks? I need 40, when we spin, we won't no need more of these
Ain't no more pass, niggas better get on P, they gotta know we score fast
The bitch just sent your lo', it's time to eat, drop shot and DoorDash
They make diss songs, ain't got a pot to pee, these nigga poor and sad
We spint ten times, where the fuck your spot? On P, my niggas tourin' that
Fuck the airport, I'll go on a jet, knew I'll be rich, I was born to flex
You wanna fuck? I was born to have sex, just met the bitch, I don't even know her like that
You don't know me, I'ma fold that TEC, feel like I can kill all the 4s with this, huh
I ain't even rappin', just pourin' on this, it really be just on some poetry shit
Yeah, ain't good at embracin' how I feel, but go crazy 'bout my pills
Skipped multiple ways to sign my deal
Can't hang with that nigga, he fake, up Gen if he raise my chills
You could hang, but not my crib, you could stay, but not right here
You could stay, but not right here
Go crazy 'bout my pill, uh
You could stay, but not right here
You could bang, but not right here
You could stay, but not my crib
Uh, I can't lie, I been goin' crazy
We can do bidness, you gon' pay me, after this, I'm leavin' with yo' lady
Mom dukes, yo' son be dissin', better tell him chill, after this, it's no baby
Blowin' up blick any situation, don't be a poor baby
Uh, huh, don't be a poor baby
Get pussy and go crazy
Uh-nuh, uh, uh, get in that pussy and go crazy
Huh, ain't no more pass, nigga better get on P 'cause they don't know we score fast
Oh, we got another lo' on them? Drop shot and DoorDash
You stuntin' that lil'-ass glizzy you totin', why you dissin', and yeen never spinned before?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, brodie said he see my opp, huh, squeeze and let the bih go
Hol' on, she want more, huh
Oh, I ain't know it was another one, huh, she want more, huh
Went on a drill, there was four of 'em, bro squeeze two more and, huh
Damn, I ran outta shots, huh, they don't go back to the block, huh
Damn, they caught onto the plot, huh, we finna ball on they spot
Got a bad bitch at home, fan bitch, I dodge they twat
Bad bitch wan' hop on the bone, she gotta sit down and squat
Brrt, ay, y'all fuck nigga gon' get another for playin' with us, nigga
We gon' keep puttin' y'all bitch ass on the news, nigga, stop playin' with us
You know what the fuck goin' on (here you go, fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, lookin' through my story)
At the end of the day, 2025, nigga, we still alive and y'all bitch ass ain't (anyways, you gotta stop doin' that)
I been on Percs' and dranks, sometimes I feel like I'm trippin'
Opp tryna take me to the paint, but you'll never catch me slippin'
Ain't tweakin' these personal pranks, I'm quick to give an opp a whippin'
Do you feel me? Not for money, these personal killings
Big bad wolf, I'll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my bidness, huh
Opp think he safe, baby on the way, he ain't raisin' no children
Swing the belt, I bet we get him gone, watch what you say up in 'em songs
Cryin' over that dick, it ain't that serious, baby, just leave me alone
English translation
(Here you go, fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, lookin' through my story)
(Anyways, you gotta stop doin' that)
(You wanna fuckin' play, like I'm not even motherfuckin' playin' with you, Benzo)
Hmm, I been on Percs' and dranks, sometimes I feel like I'm trippin'
Opp tryna take me to the paint, but you'll never catch me slippin'
Ain't tweakin' these personal pranks, I'm quick to give an opp a whippin'
Do you feel me? Not for money, these personal killings
Big bad wolf, I'll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my bidness, huh
Opp think he safe, baby on the way, he ain't raisin' no children
Swing the belt, I bet we get him gone, watch what you say up in 'em songs
Cryin' over that dick, it ain't that serious, baby, just leave me alone
I'm in the back feelin' good, smokin' a Backwood, in the back of the 'Bach with a 'Wood
Now you missin' your bro, hope somebody do it, you'll get some get-back if you could
Yeah, if an opp get too close on me, he wouldn't get back if he could
Cryin' on my phone 'bout a bitch on me, you want the bitch back? Is you good?
Sometimes I really be askin' myself do they really love me?
Sometimes I thought about blastin' myself, man, this shit get ugly
Nowadays, they wanna fuck me, back then, they wouldn't hug me
How many Ks? I need 40, when we spin, we won't no need more of these
Ain't no more pass, niggas better get on P, they gotta know we score fast
The bitch just sent your lo', it's time to eat, drop shot and DoorDash
They make diss songs, ain't got a pot to pee, these nigga poor and sad
We spint ten times, where the fuck your spot? On P, my niggas tourin' that
Fuck the airport, I'll go on a jet, knew I'll be rich, I was born to flex
You wanna fuck? I was born to have sex, just met the bitch, I don't even know her like that
You don't know me, I'ma fold that TEC, feel like I can kill all the 4s with this, huh
I ain't even rappin', just pourin' on this, it really be just on some poetry shit
Yeah, ain't good at embracin' how I feel, but go crazy 'bout my pills
Skipped multiple ways to sign my deal
Can't hang with that nigga, he fake, up Gen if he raise my chills
You could hang, but not my crib, you could stay, but not right here
You could stay, but not right here
Go crazy 'bout my pill, uh
You could stay, but not right here
You could bang, but not right here
You could stay, but not my crib
Uh, I can't lie, I been goin' crazy
We can do bidness, you gon' pay me, after this, I'm leavin' with yo' lady
Mom dukes, yo' son be dissin', better tell him chill, after this, it's no baby
Blowin' up blick any situation, don't be a poor baby
Uh, huh, don't be a poor baby
Get pussy and go crazy
Uh-nuh, uh, uh, get in that pussy and go crazy
Huh, ain't no more pass, nigga better get on P 'cause they don't know we score fast
Oh, we got another lo' on them? Drop shot and DoorDash
You stuntin' that lil'-ass glizzy you totin', why you dissin', and yeen never spinned before?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, brodie said he see my opp, huh, squeeze and let the bih go
Hol' on, she want more, huh
Oh, I ain't know it was another one, huh, she want more, huh
Went on a drill, there was four of 'em, bro squeeze two more and, huh
Damn, I ran outta shots, huh, they don't go back to the block, huh
Damn, they caught onto the plot, huh, we finna ball on they spot
Got a bad bitch at home, fan bitch, I dodge they twat
Bad bitch wan' hop on the bone, she gotta sit down and squat
Brrt, ay, y'all fuck nigga gon' get another for playin' with us, nigga
We gon' keep puttin' y'all bitch ass on the news, nigga, stop playin' with us
You know what the fuck goin' on (here you go, fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, lookin' through my story)
At the end of the day, 2025, nigga, we still alive and y'all bitch ass ain't (anyways, you gotta stop doin' that)
I been on Percs' and dranks, sometimes I feel like I'm trippin'
Opp tryna take me to the paint, but you'll never catch me slippin'
Ain't tweakin' these personal pranks, I'm quick to give an opp a whippin'
Do you feel me? Not for money, these personal killings
Big bad wolf, I'll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my bidness, huh
Opp think he safe, baby on the way, he ain't raisin' no children
Swing the belt, I bet we get him gone, watch what you say up in 'em songs
Cryin' over that dick, it ain't that serious, baby, just leave me alone