[Intro: Niko Brim & Lil Wayne]

Raw

Uh

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Yes, Tunechi, raw like some fresh sushi

Smokin' on some exclusi' like the sex juicy

More booty, less moody, never stress to me

I'm fly as fuck—she say, "Jet fuel me"

Ooh, baby, you like it raw? Me too, baby

But no new babies—that's word to the Wu, baby

Me and you raw like some steak, boo

I ate you then tell you how I hate to regurgitate you

They don't make 'em like they make you, no makeup

Can hit it facе down without fuckin' the pillowcase up

Raw and uncut, pay my attention, no pay cuts

Might hit it raw wit' no Plan B 'causе you A+

You a queen to me like Bohemian Rhapsody

It's Weezy and Rapsody—we runnin' this shit, baby

These niggas flat-footed, these niggas ants to me

It's too raw—they can't cook it; I'm eatin' this track, pussy, raw

[Interlude: Niko Brim & Rapsody]

Ayy, motherfucker, I'm raw

Yo, uh

[Verse 2: Rapsody]

R is for Rapsody and R is for raw

Sometimes, the panties don't match the bra

Broke phone like Lamar—ooh, baby, I like it raw

Had me eight weeks a baby, mornin' sick and all, too raw

No makeup, Hermès luxury scarf

Adorn my head shoppin' like thorns without the cross

Kyrie with the cross, too raw in my thoughts

They'd nail me to the cross for bein' too black and raw

That's that bushy pussy rap they call me pick-me fo'

Got a mouth full of gold—Beyoncé Carter-Knowles

They can't broke my soul; a million, I haven't sold

The truth won't be sold—I still be like, "So?"

I rap in strike-through, I still laugh in bold

I say what they scared to say, the rawest rappin' you know

My titties hang like Ross just like the Queen of Soul

Natural woman hummin'—ooh, baby, I like it raw

Pull up to the function without no makeup on

Foreign whips I'm in—gas lights, they flicker on

No more doin' it raw; he puttin' the condom on

This feel like a Compton song, this feel like Weezy, Solange

They mad, I'm mad—the streets, they been doin' us wrong

Too raw, anemic—that's why they keep the iron on

How we gon' take off with Takeoff and others gone?

That's raw emotion that I display in a song

Y'all takin' life and judgin' Nick Cannon—that feel wrong

But maybe that's too raw—fuck it, I'll carry on

And mind the business, uh, the one that I belong

The rocks and all the stones they throw, I built a home

Sat in it and wrote a poem about bitches, hoes, and chromes

Like, there's gotta be more for us; Morpheus on the phone

He told me to keep it raw; bullets inside my palm

I'm holdin' them knowin' that I'm the light just like Islam, a star

[Outro: Niko Brim]

Ayy, motherfucker, I'm raw