pookie and bubbles Lyrics

She gonna roll me up

And pack me out

Locked up like Attica

Tragic bruh

Weed punching like Pacquiao

Reminiscing days hand me downs

Wearing brothers clothes

No ones

Shit

I'm still fly as hell

And you ain't gotta lie to kick it

We in yo momma kitchen

Shit, boy

We fly as hell

But we fly as hell

Money on the floor

Where it goes

Boy I swear I seen

All these taught high beams

Funny folks only the road I dream

But I know I been

All these eyes on me

But a dollar for the hoe you know I spleek

No ID

No ID

Used to sniff hella coke

Blow my dough

My dro went cold

So now I fiend

Now I fiend

I fiend

Fifty bags for all of the boys nigga

Only for 40

If you copping in bulk though

Cop boof

Sell it for raw dough

Rail something

Sell the hustle

Where you think the name from

Calling plays from the side like I'm Ditka or something

A hustler since youth but wasn't boosting or nothing

Mowing lawns

Making cash

Candy bars for the league

Then a nigga put me on so I put on for the team

Had to muscle up

Cut some niggas off like some sleeves

But I never stress the time

Cause I already don't sleep

A bloody membrane in the basement like it's 1888

Sipped a 40 on the way

So you know that I'll be straight

I slid a shawty I was horny what she doing as of late

Pulled up on her and no longer did I ponder what she's doing

A week later

We don't speak

I'll hit her and I'll say

That it's funny how she's running from this thing that we call fate

But she's calling and she's calling

I will easily elate

But if he ponder how I wander then we right back in this place

I look her

While she looks me in my face

I see hate

And she can't stomach bout the things we can't relate

Used to sniff hella coke

Blow my dough

My dro went cold

So now I fiend

Now I fiend

I fiend

You ain't gotta lie to kick to it

We in yo momma kitchen

Shit, boy

We fly as hell

We fly as hell

Used to sniff hella coke

Blow my dough

My dro went cold

So now I fiend

Now I fiend

I fiend