

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Big smoke in the spot, that’s facts (yeah) Whole room smellin’ like racks (uh) You know what the vibes gon’ be Raw papers, gas on me (skrrt) [Verse 1] Bitch, I’m in the trap with the pack, no cap Whole gang rollin’ up, hundred blunts in the back Got a brick in the fridge, got a stick in my lap If a opp slide through, leave his shit in his lap (bah, bah, bah) I’m a walk-down stepper, black tee, ski mask Still smell kush when I breeze past If it ain’t top tier, you can keep that I’m smokin’ on dank, make the fiends tap Hit a lick, then I spark with the same hand Thumb on the scale, other thumb on the flame, damn I be weighin’ up bows, blowin’ O’s in the Wraith Got your bitch on my phone, put her nose in the plate Trap jumpin’ like a gym, I ain’t even hit the rim Got a shooter in the cut, he don’t ever touch the brim I’m the landlord, money tall, never late Raw papers in the drawer, I ain’t rollin’ outta shape, lil’ bitch [Chorus] I got Raw papers on deck (on deck) Only roll gas, not a step (not a step) Big ass wood? Fuck that Thin tan sheet for the pack (for the pack, for the pack) I got Raw papers on deck (on deck) Smokin’ on bud, that’s wet (real gas) If you pull up, cut a check Or get stepped on, left where you at (gang, gang) [Verse 2] Got dank in the blunt, got drank in the cup Got a plug out the way, send a crate, then I double up Ops online talk tough, they ain’t poppin’ up Catch him in the street, make a scene, then we box him up (boom) I was on the block with the rock and the roach Now the chain two-tone, still hot from the stove (icy) Still hot from the stove, I ain’t changed in the soul I just upgraded the smoke, now it’s pressure I roll (pressure) 3.5 stuffed neat in the Raw wrap One hit have a square on his back flat Shorty wanna hit, told her, “Back back” This that cartel pack, not a frat trap I’m pourin’ up syrup, I’m divin’ in racks Countin’ these blues with the strap in my lap Your homie got hit, ain’t slide for the fact We turn your block to a pack, that’s that (pussy) [Chorus] I got Raw papers on deck (on deck) Only roll gas, not a step (never) Big ass wood? Fuck that Thin tan sheet for the pack (for the pack, for the pack) I got Raw papers on deck (Raw, Raw) Smokin’ on bud, that’s wet (big smoke) If you pull up, cut a check Or get stepped on, left where you at (bitch, gang) [Bridge] Roll it up, light it up, then I face one (face one) High as hell, but a nigga still chase funds (chase funds) Every puff got me feelin’ like I can’t fall Every opp just another name in the gray wall (boom, boom) Roll it up, light it up, then I face one (yeah) Big smoke make a broke bitch taste some (uh) If it ain’t Raw, I don’t blaze none If it ain’t gas, I don’t take none (never, never) [Chorus] I got Raw papers on deck (on deck) Only roll gas, not a step (not a step) Big ass wood? Fuck that Thin tan sheet for the pack (for the pack, for the pack) I got Raw papers on deck (Raw papers) Smokin’ on bud, that’s wet (gas) If you pull up, cut a check Or get stepped on, left where you at (gang, gang, gang)
Tags
rap, Dark, head-nodding hybrid of trap 808s, deep house bass swells, and sparse reggae skank guitar. Male vocals riding a swung hip-hop pocket with melodic R&B hooks. Chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and filtered keys; verses stay gritty and close-mic. Occasional dub-style delays on ad-libs and drops, sub rattling the trunk., raw, deep house, hip hop, reggae, r&b
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3/5/2026