Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Big smoke Big racks Big body Big facts (yeah) [Chorus] Raw papers Only roll up gas Thick cloud Can’t see past the dash Bad gyal On me, throwin’ ass Whole clip Tucked right by the stash (brrt) Raw papers Only roll up strong If it ain’t top shelf Then you rolled it wrong Bandz up Money talk so long Whole life Feel like one trap song (yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] Split a pack of Raws Like I split these checks Shorty got a waist That’ll break your neck She don’t want love Just a place to flex Tats on her thighs My hands on her chest (uh) Gas so loud Neighbors call the cops Sight so red Lookin’ like the opps Beam on his head Dot, dot, dot Heard he talk slick Now he talk to God (pow) Countin’ blue strips ’Til my thumbs go numb She gon’ bend it over When she see that sum Raw to the face I don’t pass my blunt Whole room spin But I still don’t stumble (nah) [Chorus] Raw papers Only roll up gas Thick cloud Can’t see past the dash Bad gyal On me, throwin’ ass Whole clip Tucked right by the stash (grrt) Raw papers Only roll up strong If it ain’t top shelf Then you rolled it wrong Bandz up Money talk so long Whole life Feel like one trap song [Verse 2] Hundred on the dash Hundred round drum Hundred bad bitches And they all want some She like, “Boy, you toxic” “Yeah, I’m dumb” But she still slide through When the late night come (come here) Smoke in my dreads Smoke on my teeth Smoke in the ride When I slide on the street Plug send packs Like a Uber receipt And I break bread With the whole damn team (gang) Titties in my hands While I count this guap She roll my Raw While I load this Glock Henny in her veins She don’t ever stop She go down low ’Til her jaw just lock (goddamn) If it ain’t about money Don’t hit my phone If it ain’t bout gas Don’t hit my cone Try to play tough Get your mind blown Then I fade back In a cloud, I’m gone (skrrt) [Chorus] Raw papers Only roll up gas Thick cloud Can’t see past the dash Bad gyal On me, throwin’ ass Whole clip Tucked right by the stash (brrt, brrt) Raw papers Only roll up strong If it ain’t top shelf Then you rolled it wrong Bandz up Money talk so long Whole life Feel like one trap song (Raw papers)
Tags
rap, Hybrid trap-rap meets hazy reggae bounce: swung 808s, skittering hi-hats, woozy keys, and a deep offbeat skank. Verses ride a confident, menacing pocket with ad-lib echoes and filtered delay throws; hook explodes with stacked male vocals, crowd chants, and sub-heavy drops on every phrase. Occasional tape-stop moments and riser sweeps for emphasis, keeping the energy club-ready and blunt-fueled., hip hop, reggae, raw
Duration
2:59
Instrumental
No
Created
3/14/2026