Chief Stylah - R.A.W.T Lyrics

All. Them. Telling me
All. Them. Telling me
You can't make it
R.A.W.T
You can't make it
R.A.W.T
WTF you can't see what he doing in the back
WTF he ain't gonna make it he a lack
He ain't counting stacks
Type of motherf*cker that makes racks
He basically a dog
He hit it from the back
One tap
He ain't double tap no less than a standard snack
The type of turn on
Mama I'm going out
What? Where? Who?
What? Where? Who?
Now they ain't heard from him
That's his last words
His last words gonna be his eulogy
His awakening
No apologies
Eating mcflurry in his sidechicks car with extra cheese
It's botched like a thot on gear basically that's all he sees
He the type of guy to walk around playing monopoly
With his cash flying around wrapped around his dick
All you been doin was sleeping n shit