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Too Raw
Hip-Hop/Rap
Too Raw was released on November 26, 2025 by KBG Entertainment as a part of the album Too Raw
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AlbumToo Raw
Release DateNovember 26, 2025
LabelKBG Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gooney Goon
Gooney Goon
Rap
P - Feengaz
P - Feengaz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Tyrell Baker
Anthony Tyrell Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bubu the Producer
Bubu the Producer
Engineer
WygX Wit The Drop
WygX Wit The Drop
Producer

Lyrics

They print money, they don't print time I told that n***a get something on your mind
Cause I got shit to do, shit to do, shit to do And I don't know about you
Too raw, catch me in the coupe, with the fuckin' top off
Molly boot up lock jaw, I might hit your bitch
Knock her socks off, make her pick up one ring Whenever a **** call it's
Gooney Goon, step off in the room, ****, auntie said, damn, nephew
They ain't fuckin' with you. Mama know she raised a villain
Catch me in the club, throwin' money to the ceilin
****, I'll redo your dentures, get the fuck up out my business
Free my **** out the jam, try and fight the sentence
I ain't tryna shake your hand, I ain't fuckin' friendly
****, I be goin' ham, tryna chase a penny
****, I'ma smash the gas when I pop a wheely
Junkies say that shit is glass, let me get a 50
I might go hit up the mall, get fly like a pigeon
You know all I do is ball, just like I'm a Piston
And I stand on all ten, bitch, I'm too official
****, I go for the bag when they blow the whistle
I remember bein' hungry, eatin' through the gristle
Now your bitch, stare at my chain, she like how I glisten
They print money, they don't print time
I told a ****, get somethin' on your mind
Cause I got shit to do, shit to do, shit to do
And I don't know about you
They print money, they don't print time
I told a ****, get somethin' on your mind
Cause I got shit to do, shit to do, shit to do
And I don't know about you
When the boss **** talk, watch how bitches listen
Got a young ****, gon' stalk you in any condition
Don't you worry about the route, cause we handle logistics
So if you really want the check, then get up and go get it
I be countin' up a check, talkin' hundreds and fifties
I just threw me back a perk, now my head got it spinnin'
My lil' bitch that swiped the cards, she keep her a skimmer
Got a hoe that's worth a bargain, man, that bitch a winner
Got an ass like a bubble, waist don't get no slimmer
****, I be comin' trim, who be comin' trimmer
School of hard knocks, bitch, I got perfect attendance
I do my shit, I got them bands bustin' right out my denim
Ain't got no pics, I hit your man and crop him out the picture
Stop at the waffle spot, the waitress see me in the middle
I say, what's crackin', baby, can I get the breakfast special
And add a turkey B.LT., but you can hold the lettuce
They print money, they don't print time
I told a ****, get somethin' on your mind
Cause I got shit to do, shit to do, shit to do
And I don't know about you
I be really out my top and I can't fuckin' help it
She told me that I like your swag, I wanna know you better
I told her we gon' make a movie, I be the director
I beat it up just like Sylvester, then bend her like Pretzel
Jump out a Tesla, watch a bitch, I ain't mean to impress her
I'm steady catchin', leanin', Percocet, mix it together
Go get the money, if it's cold, then I throw on a sweater
Vintage Gucci, got the double G all in the leather
Wake up and say a prayer, then grab the money off the dresser
Bitch, I'm that pressure, give a fuck about who do it better
Look, I ain't gon' lie, you probably won't even fit in my schedule
The sig a 9, the Glock a 40, don't fuck with Beretta
Still pass by early morning, might catch me handin' out testas
Bitch
Written by: Anthony Tyrell Baker
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