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(puffin) Uh huh

Uh
Look nigga i'm the rawest, the mo'fuckin'
war? One phone call is how i handle you (whew)
On the grind, you pussy hate
Bitch i'm out in states, politic, and gettin cake.
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with doller signs.
Run with them holdin glocks like its columbine (pop, pop ,pop)
I'm a star, ain't a choice hoe i shine
Far as Pittsburg, i'm the voice so i rhyme.
Grind all the ever since the 1st day
Now i'm gettin cake like every day became my
something like a earthquake, the way this drop
I be at the tip top posted with a big
You didn't know hoe you sit at home and watch
Less haters, stone cold spectators
Same lame's turn out to be
No near comfortable need extra paper.

Got the on smash, the streets on lock
100 niggas with their heats on cock
got my pockets on swol need more gwap.
Plus the says they love to hear the young boy talk

Ay ay
The jeans about a buck 45 on them
If He trick the team, 45's on him.
When we hit the scene, the club hoes pile on him
You scrubs show them groupies love, i style on them.