Powder Puff Lyrics

Gang

What the fuck going on man

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Look, ay, look, we be in the mix

Beef, we ain't worry bout it

Spin it, go and spin it back

He be worried bout that bitch

One on one, I put it on

Yo man, he can't cop like this

Them 501's like skinnies, cause my pockets got that knot in it

12 pull me over, they smell weed, it's a glock in this

Spurs in the city, coaching Wemby, like I'm Popovich

You couldn't afford a status, don't get mad, you hear how I pop that bitch

She a baby take me shopping,bitch

She gon' get a lot of this

I told bro keep his kitchen clean, I bet not see a pot in it

You see me with that cup, it's probably liq, or some wock in it

Soon as I got that bitch in her room, get to popping shit

Baby, you don't even have to assume, we got lots on this

I'm cooking up a perfect bitch, I might just make a powder puff

Before the show, I'm popping stuff, just so I can power up

Pints, pounds of weed, maybe shrooms, none of that powder stuff

Promise I'ma get them touch, playing with me, you get fucked up

Is you deaf, for them tone of words, I turn them up like fisticuffs

400 on this belt, I can't pronounce, bitch, is it drip or what

Other than that, bro, I knew I need that hoe from start

This that In-N-Out, my whip in neutral, fuck being in park

Man, we stay up after dark

I knew I won a race when I was lining up to start

Fuck a D&D, my B&B got bottles and them bras

I know that shit facade, she real religious

All that bitch keep saying, oh my God

I gotta line up to that money, while them bitches on my ride

Most you niggas talk like bishop, switching on the mob

Designing stores, we den been in that

Yo, hoe, yeah, I been fuck that

Them rolls, yeah, I been had that

Them snokes, yeah, I bingoed that

My money, why I transfer, nigga

No, you can't vemo that

Man my bro, got a different life

He grew up in the flat

That club, boy, that's VIP

I know your ass can't get in that

Baby, you depend on other niggas

Me, I'ma get it back

I'm cooking up that perfect bitch

I might just make a powder puff

Before the show, I'm popping stuff

Just so I can power up

You was supposed to be that guy, but you don't get no guap or nun

You, like to bitch and shit

She want be my bitch and shit

See the pendant, shining edge

Yeah, my closet cost a ticket, bitch

It's Southern Fry, homicide

We ain't chopping chickens, bitch

The pack I got be out of space

Me and bro be rickin shit

You had a shout out with that bitch

I still end up brickin shit