stuffy Lyrics

I done flick my wrist up

Picked up diamonds on my bitches

Hit the pit stop, tired of all my whips

I'm quick to switch cars

Rich cloth, pile of all my garments that I'm fittin'

Get your bitch stuck

Pile up all my money that I'm sittin' on

I done flick my wrist up

Picked up diamonds on my bitches

Hit the pit stop, tired of all my whips

I'm quick to switch cars

Rich cloth, pile of all my garments that I'm fittin'

Get your bitch stuck

Pile up all my money that I'm sittin' on

I was pressin' her digits to better off feelin' at ease (she still on her knees)

I dig in her earth, while she roll up the peel of the weed (the pill or the green)

Put a pillow to sleep, with your girl in my tee

But her sneakers forever be checked up

I'm ahead of whatever you said is the bend or the curve

I be servin' a twin cup

Sip a sedative, swervin' the Benz or the Benz coupe

Push the pedal to break it

I'm letting her in with her friends and their friends, too

Hold enough in the spaceship

More surrounding my face it's a little embracing

Roll a bill like I'm Franklin

Rum to fill like a Laker

Run a play while I pour up some more of agave to chase it

I done flick my wrist up

Picked up diamonds on my bitches

Hit the pit stop, tired of all my whips

I'm quick to switch cars

Rich cloth, pile of all my garments that I'm fittin'

Get your bitch stuck

Pile up all my money that I'm sittin' on

I done flick my wrist up

Picked up diamonds on my bitches

Hit the pit stop, tired of all my whips

I'm quick to switch cars

Rich cloth, pile of all my garments that I'm fittin'

Get your bitch stuck

Pile up all my money that I'm sittin' on

Now get out my ride hoe

It's gettin' much stuffy, I'm fillin' the side of my nose

She beggin' for Puffy, I'm hittin' up Brent for the rec

While the bitch is reciting my song

We might get along

But give me a second, I'm guessin' you're just like the rest of 'em

Smilin' up front, but behind with a different agenda to keep me arrested

To give you a piece that I earn

While others be wishin' I eat a lil' piece of their iron

I'm too grown for the old talk

My tool blow when you lil' too close to my folks

My crew knows when the phone drops

My two tone, double O, roof gone, let the chrome pop

Do work with a herb by the furnace to burn

Dig six in her earth, then I'm ghost I-

I done flick my wrist up

Picked up diamonds on my bitches

Hit the pit stop, tired of all my whips

I'm quick to switch cars

Rich cloth, pile of all my garments that I'm fittin'

Get your bitch stuck

Pile up all my money that I'm sittin' on

I done flick my wrist up

Picked up diamonds on my bitches

Hit the pit stop, tired of all my whips

I'm quick to switch cars

Rich cloth, pile of all my garments that I'm fittin'

Get your bitch stuck

Pile up all my money that I'm sittin' on