Rap Shit Lyrics – Raq Baby

Read the full Rap Shit lyrics by Raq Baby along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Raq Baby’s music, you can also explore 30 Days and JD, two other songs by Raq Baby.

[Intro]
Come do it
No cap, this should be the realest s*it you listened to, n!gga x (Airr, let me get that motherfu*ker)
Yeah, brrt

[Chorus]
Huh, it ain’t what it seem, rap s*it harder than what you think
Huh, I got me a picture, it’s harder than what you painted
Sad as fu*k, I gotta keep me a gun, this s*it get dangerous
Going through, pour up some lean, I feel like Bourne
S*it going on, I’m only twenty, wonder if it just begun
Gotta earn us a mil’ to see my son
Gotta work extra hard if I want number one

[Verse]
Yeah, say when I see you, I know its on site too, you know I be keeping my pipe too
Got Alyssa devil on my shoulder, getting left over, I never liked you
It’s a young n!gga summer, n!gga sit back
Magician, we equip hats, I got blitz, lil’ n!gga, get back
Never been the type to play with no n!gga, he trying to sit on the s*itbag
Got a extra gen, keep safe with a n!gga, I know I don’t be trusting no KRISS Vect’
And I don’t be having to pape’ for a n!gga, to keep having blitz check
Lil’ bro want a gen, well, take that then, you know you can get that
Huh, see a lil’ b!tch I be liking, I might just say hello
Ayy, hello, hello
Huh, hello, ayy, say hello
Huh, hello, huh, I know you hear me
Huh, love when I spit on it, take it out, put it in, know you feel me, girl
Back in the days of slavery, if I ain’t make it, was you gon’ steal me, girl?
Ice I got ain’t stock, it’s brr, it’s knots, it turns
You not the ho for a n!gga and you not, the third
Yeah, huh, brrt
Know you be feeling me, huh, I know you be feeling me, girl
Know you be feeling me, huh, when I be killing it, girl
I know you be feeling me, girl, when I be reeling you in
These n!ggas be making me mad, you send me a lo’, so I bend
Keep these hoes up out our business, how they know the lo’s we spinned

Believe in God, might not be a Christian, only a few, I don’t know what you mean
I got thirty-three, I don’t know, I been pimping, everybody ain’t know what you did (Brrt, brrt, brrt, yeah)

[Chorus]
Uh, it ain’t what it seem, rap s*it harder than what you think
Huh, I got me a picture, it’s harder than what you painted
Sad as fu*k, I gotta keep me a gun, this s*it get dangerous
Going through, pour up some lean, I feel like Bourne
S*it going on, I’m only twenty, wonder if it just begun
Gotta earn us a mil’ to see my son
Gotta work extra hard if I want number one