LOUD
By Liveraw GBT (2012)
On album The Raw Tape (2012)
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[Intro]
What up doe
It's Detroit L-O
Got my nigga i
Shaan i
Shaan, Easy Dae, and my nigga Jackpot
Niggas asking what i'm doing if I don't even smoke
Here's what I tell them niggas
[Verse 1: Detroit L-O]
I say i'm sippin' on that Remy while they smokin' on that loud pack
I'm sippin' on that Grey Goose while they smokin' on that loud pack
Sippin' on Ciroc, while they smokin' on that loud pack
Smoke, drink, do the fool, niggas ain't about that
My niggas cop it anyway, even if they tryna wax
I ain't worried bout nuttin', i'm just tryna count stacks
If you support L-O, then i'll send you my regards
Other hand, man i'm bouta go hard
I ain't the bad guy, i'm just that guy
Mr. "it's that season, so I stack" guy
When you in the streets, watch yo back guy
Whole team eating like a fat guy
Baby we can go out if you act right
But you can pay your own way, I ain't that type
Oh she kissing on my neck, ain't that nice
I'm bouta take her to the crib and hit that twice
Baby that's life, girls think it's trife
Can't trust em' to the point where they can be your wife
Count pros, pop bottles, homie that's the life
In the club, think i'm bouta throw a stack tonight
All white whip like i'm off some crack tonight
Gon off 1800, I ain't acting right
Tryna think, homeboy, where i'm at tonight
Watch gleaming, haters can't stare at the light
Acting bad, better leave that up to us
Before you get bussed, ain't no such thing as luck
26 inches got me skating on the truck
Dawg you ain't boss, man you gotta get it up
And I call these girls rats like they coming out the sewer
If she throw it at me, best believe that imma do her
Told her imma wife her, but boy L-O had to fool her
Bouta take a day off dawg, like Ferris Bueller
[Verse 2: i
Shaan the Rit God]
Vince Carter, 360 jam
Girls saying, oh boy, like i'm Killa Cam
I got her hopping off the ropes, Rob Van Dam
She a good neighbor, All States stands
Living RAW, so I won't die forgotten
I'm flying with these eagles while these niggas bird watchin'
I'm shittin'' on these niggas, so these niggas turd watchin'
Hoodie black, Jordans red like I play for the Spurs/Rockets
Going fast when we race whips
The speed make a nigga hat flip, like the Fresh Prince
Thank Jesus that they see us
With chicks colder than freezers, earning stripes like Adidas
Oops, I meant stripes like the Bengals, a young hero
Masked up like Sub-Zero
They realize they chicks on us, cause they tryna mingle
They realize that we change, cause they hear us jingle
They observe us as we stunt, Evel Knievel
Success is a bitch, we might as well make her deep throat
Yo girl say she want a Beach Cruiser like Deebo
She touchin' on my head, like my waves is a speedboat
Niggas want beef, these niggas is Krabby Patties
Let em' know the bullets silver like peppermint patties
Pimpin' like Don Juan in that old Cadi
Young Adam Sandler, hoes call me big daddy, bitch
[Verse 3: Jackpot]
Two bitches in the hot tub smoking loud
Modern warfare a nigga, i'll scope em' out
Take a nigga in the alley, gon choke em' out
People at my crib everyday like it's a open house
Jackpot, cause the money like a lottery
Smoke a full gar at the end of the day, that's alot of green
I'm with my team everyday like it's a season
Talking bout Global Warming, nigga i'm the reason
Cuz i'm Supa Hot, like the rap battle
All the hoes ride a nigga like a back saddle
Hit the corner in a oh 12' Benz
D boy swag, paint matching the Tims
Under the influence, at a Piston game
Better duck like Daffy, when the fucking pistol aim
Goin' hard gettin' hoes, and the money
Deep dish tires, see the whip and get hungry, nigga
[Verse 4: Easy Dae]
Roll one, blow one, put one in the air like a force one
All i'm tryna do is have a foursome
So I brought a blunt, we can have a little more fun
But these bitches, they choosin', they always be foolin'
I'm racking em' in like I chill by the pool
And my niggas is RAW, we gotta stay true
Boy we be the truth, just put us in the booth
I ride by, no drive by
No jail time, I'm too fly
Cuz the sky is the limit, i'm too deep in the game to act timid
I fuck with banana covered hoes, call that the Simpsons
Nigga you want us to fall, but LiveRAW gon keep livin'
What up doe
It's Detroit L-O
Got my nigga i
Shaan i
Shaan, Easy Dae, and my nigga Jackpot
Niggas asking what i'm doing if I don't even smoke
Here's what I tell them niggas
[Verse 1: Detroit L-O]
I say i'm sippin' on that Remy while they smokin' on that loud pack
I'm sippin' on that Grey Goose while they smokin' on that loud pack
Sippin' on Ciroc, while they smokin' on that loud pack
Smoke, drink, do the fool, niggas ain't about that
My niggas cop it anyway, even if they tryna wax
I ain't worried bout nuttin', i'm just tryna count stacks
If you support L-O, then i'll send you my regards
Other hand, man i'm bouta go hard
I ain't the bad guy, i'm just that guy
Mr. "it's that season, so I stack" guy
When you in the streets, watch yo back guy
Whole team eating like a fat guy
Baby we can go out if you act right
But you can pay your own way, I ain't that type
Oh she kissing on my neck, ain't that nice
I'm bouta take her to the crib and hit that twice
Baby that's life, girls think it's trife
Can't trust em' to the point where they can be your wife
Count pros, pop bottles, homie that's the life
In the club, think i'm bouta throw a stack tonight
All white whip like i'm off some crack tonight
Gon off 1800, I ain't acting right
Tryna think, homeboy, where i'm at tonight
Watch gleaming, haters can't stare at the light
Acting bad, better leave that up to us
Before you get bussed, ain't no such thing as luck
26 inches got me skating on the truck
Dawg you ain't boss, man you gotta get it up
And I call these girls rats like they coming out the sewer
If she throw it at me, best believe that imma do her
Told her imma wife her, but boy L-O had to fool her
Bouta take a day off dawg, like Ferris Bueller
[Verse 2: i
Shaan the Rit God]
Vince Carter, 360 jam
Girls saying, oh boy, like i'm Killa Cam
I got her hopping off the ropes, Rob Van Dam
She a good neighbor, All States stands
Living RAW, so I won't die forgotten
I'm flying with these eagles while these niggas bird watchin'
I'm shittin'' on these niggas, so these niggas turd watchin'
Hoodie black, Jordans red like I play for the Spurs/Rockets
Going fast when we race whips
The speed make a nigga hat flip, like the Fresh Prince
Thank Jesus that they see us
With chicks colder than freezers, earning stripes like Adidas
Oops, I meant stripes like the Bengals, a young hero
Masked up like Sub-Zero
They realize they chicks on us, cause they tryna mingle
They realize that we change, cause they hear us jingle
They observe us as we stunt, Evel Knievel
Success is a bitch, we might as well make her deep throat
Yo girl say she want a Beach Cruiser like Deebo
She touchin' on my head, like my waves is a speedboat
Niggas want beef, these niggas is Krabby Patties
Let em' know the bullets silver like peppermint patties
Pimpin' like Don Juan in that old Cadi
Young Adam Sandler, hoes call me big daddy, bitch
[Verse 3: Jackpot]
Two bitches in the hot tub smoking loud
Modern warfare a nigga, i'll scope em' out
Take a nigga in the alley, gon choke em' out
People at my crib everyday like it's a open house
Jackpot, cause the money like a lottery
Smoke a full gar at the end of the day, that's alot of green
I'm with my team everyday like it's a season
Talking bout Global Warming, nigga i'm the reason
Cuz i'm Supa Hot, like the rap battle
All the hoes ride a nigga like a back saddle
Hit the corner in a oh 12' Benz
D boy swag, paint matching the Tims
Under the influence, at a Piston game
Better duck like Daffy, when the fucking pistol aim
Goin' hard gettin' hoes, and the money
Deep dish tires, see the whip and get hungry, nigga
[Verse 4: Easy Dae]
Roll one, blow one, put one in the air like a force one
All i'm tryna do is have a foursome
So I brought a blunt, we can have a little more fun
But these bitches, they choosin', they always be foolin'
I'm racking em' in like I chill by the pool
And my niggas is RAW, we gotta stay true
Boy we be the truth, just put us in the booth
I ride by, no drive by
No jail time, I'm too fly
Cuz the sky is the limit, i'm too deep in the game to act timid
I fuck with banana covered hoes, call that the Simpsons
Nigga you want us to fall, but LiveRAW gon keep livin'
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