Raid (feat. Chief Lateef & Mom)

I pull up on the block

Whippin’ out my Glock

I pull up on the block, Whippin’ out my Glock

Let it go pop pop, let it go pop pop

And she scream blauwww, when I let it pow

I’m a son of Sosa, don’t look in my sofa

I pull up on the block, whippin’ out my Glock

Let it go pop pop, let it go pop pop

And she screams Blowwwww, when I let it pow

She know that I’m dangerous, feel like I’m on angel dust

Yeah this shit so dusty

Don’t talk to me if it ain’t about the money

Punch that fucking dummy

Now his nose is runny

Now his face is bloody

Sorry little buddy

Smack you so fucking hard you look like Teletubby

Who got the gas

Who got the smoke

Pull up on the block

Pee ain’t no joke

Pee! pee! pee! pee!

Pee! pee! pee! That’s me

Yeah I might get the mansion

Pull up in the phantom

Built a second mansion

That's growth and expansion

Wait wait wait, cut- cut the beat, cut the beat

My mom- my mom’s calling

What Mom?

Hi Paul, Sorry, are you at Nick’s?

Yes, what?

Are you hungry? Did you guys have a chance to eat?

No- we’ll eat later

Who got the trigger bang bang with the gang gang

Ay, and I really wanna hit her with that thang’ ya

And I really gonna take the fuckin strap

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I got the trigger yeah

I got the bang bang

I take that thang’ out and let that thang’ rang rang

This is fucking war

My choppa it rawrs

Now you permanently sleep

Not capable of snore

It’s a fuckin’ raid

Catch you by surprise

A killin’ parade

This is your demise

Raid!

Raid!

Raid!

Raid!

Raid!

Raid!

Raid!

Raid!