
Puff Puff Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Puff, puff
Three-five in the wood, that shit will get stuffed
We in the hood like we with the Klux
Said we in the hood on some strong this shit buff
Try pressing on who? Niggas pressing they luck
I'ma leave ya mans shitty, I just got him flushed
That stick make him lean like the shit in my cup
Ayy, niggas be green thinking we ain't what's up
Uh
Shit just got litty, I run through the city
The blicky got titties, won't flash them for nothing
My boy got a 50 upgraded the 30
I was feeling envious till I got one
Gangsters, painters, robbers
I'm in the hood, sipping straight out the bottle
We ain't that friendly, get turned to gelato
Uh
The circle got little now that I got richer
I'm watching who slither
I'm watching my temper
I'm watching who watching who might have agendas
Where your watch it's my time it been that for a minute
I hit the reefer, okay, I'm replenished
I call it CERN, I see other dimensions
I ain't bout to slip, I'ma step like I'm pimpin
Nigga, I'm it, I don't play tag
Really a slider for life, even with 30 day tags
Loop on they block, daisy doots we on they ass
Ain't from this way, then gon' play where it's safe at
I hope you armed, cause we in the four
That's the home base, code-what
Nah you catching your own case
They gon' need em a tee if we spin
If they come back to spin, we gon' fuck up they bro face
Puff, puff
Three-five in the wood, that shit will get stuffed
We in the hood like we with the Klux
Said we in the hood on some strong this shit buff
Try pressing on who? Niggas pressing they luck
I'ma leave ya mans shitty, I just got him flushed
That stick make him lean like the shit in my cup
Ayy, niggas be green thinking we ain't what's up
Uh
Shit just got litty, I run through the city
The blicky got titties, won't flash them for nothing
My boy got a 50 upgraded the 30
I was feeling envious till I got one
Gangsters, painters, robbers
I'm in the hood, sipping straight out the bottle
We ain't that friendly, get turned to gelato