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Raq Baby - Lemonade Lyrics

[Intro]
(How the fuck you say your name, twin?)
Ayy, Raq
Bring your lil' short ass outside, nigga
If I catch up with your ass, nigga, I know somethin', nigga
Tryna stretch your short ass, bitch
Pop out, nigga (Roll another one, Joshh)
Get high, huh

[Chorus]
Who want smoke, fuck nigga? Let's run it
I smoke shit, please don't mention my name in no beef, just wanna get money, huh
Every last nigga who dissed my brother is dead, so please stop frontin'
My brother them trippin', tryna take off a nigga head, just let off a hundred
Showed her a fifty and left all the dubs at home, just all blue money
Them boys ain't slidin', they funny, took your gun, you ain't do nothin', huh
Just gon' clutch, ain't pop shit with that gun, you ain't prove nothin', huh
Last time we came through, lеt off Drac', you ain't shoot nothin'

[Verse]
The opps be broke and stuck up
My ho said don't spin for thе block, I told her shut the fuck up
Don't ask me why we spin on opps, just know them pussies fucked up
Guess another bitch had to put her down, never told her that I fucked her
Just bust her, I do not love her
I'm the blick man, better come get a Gen with your lil' bitch ass
I tote shit that'll knock a big nigga down, boy, fuck your six-pack
Pick a ho up from the block, if she don't wanna fuck, that ho get sent back
Six niggas died in one year, get off my dick and get some get-back
Didn't buy the Gucci, just bought some J's, died bein' a goofy tryna cop a fade
Opp know he dyin' when he get out, been on they block for days
Know some opps died on that block for tryna cop a Drac'
Do not behave, bound to get shot, you cannot block the wave
Get out my face, Drac' run him down, you can't get in my way
Ho, stay in your place, just suck my dick and get out my face
Can't fix his mouth to say we hidin', been on the block all day
Opps be broke as fuck, just sittin' on the block and smoke on rock all day
Think he safe 'cause he in them 'partments, come through that bitch and shoot up hallways
Got the drop to his G-ma spot, Young Crew shoot it up all day
Know some hoes from the block, they can't run up no money, but fuck on the bros all day
Can't stand them niggas ain't gettin' no chicken, wanna fuck on hoes all day
Can't wait for who? Bitch, I ain't goin', don't wanna fuck if they ain't foreign
These hoes are tricky, already fucked my brother bitch, but I ain't know it
Scored a bucket, thirteen on my left wrist like James Harden
We gettin' too much money, we sip on lemonade, it ain't orange
[Chorus]
Who want smoke, fuck nigga? Let's run it
I smoke shit, please don't mention my name in no beef, just wanna get money, huh
Every last nigga who dissed my brother is dead, so please stop frontin'
My brother them trippin', tryna take off a nigga head, just let off a hundred
Showed her a fifty and left all the dubs at home, just all blue money
Them boys ain't slidin', they funny, took your gun, you ain't do nothin', huh
Just gon' clutch, ain't pop shit with that gun, you ain't prove nothin', huh
Last time we came through, let off Drac', you ain't shoot nothin'