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(puffin) Uh huh

Uh
Look i'm the rawest, the mo'fuckin' animal
Want war? One phone is how i handle you (whew)
On the grind, you nigga's hate
i'm out in different states, politic, and gettin cake.
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with doller signs.
Run with them niggas holdin glocks its columbine (pop, pop ,pop)
I'm a star, a choice hoe i gotta shine
Far as Pittsburg, i'm the so i gotta rhyme.
Grind all the time ever the 1st day
Now i'm gettin like every day became my birthday
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 just
then haters, stone cold spectators
Same lame's turn out to be
No where comfortable need extra paper.

Got the on smash, the streets on lock
100 real niggas with their on cock
got my pockets on swol still need gwap.
Plus the hood says they love to hear the 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 show them groupies love, i just style on them.