(feat. Devin the Dude)




[Devin The Dude:]

I'm Puffin

I never get enough in

I never cook coke up on the stovetop

But I'm stuffin these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt

But it's trapped inside a rubber

Should I flush that hoe out?

To use again? Well it depends do I have another one

I cuss for fun

Too cool to have to buss a gun

I don't have to duck and run

I could fuck a bum up quick

But that's some tenth grade shit

And it's all about chillin smilin laughin

So you know I'm willin hollin and I'm grabbin

At a freak before I leave best believe I'm weeded

You rollin that billie jean bitch BEAT IT

And you see that we the niggaz who smoke the most

Niggaz propose a toast from coast to coast

But it don't even matter whose the highest

Cause if it ain't dope

Their ain't no hope

They ain't gone buy it



[Curren$y:]

Yeeeaaa

Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S

Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol have to due I guess

GPS loaded with the coordinates

Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment

In the form of joints rolled, Drinks pourred

Her in nothing but a robe, playin her roll

I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old

And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe

Approach the closed do'

It crack open before my eyes

Shorty with a doubie of her own I am not surprised

Cause I don't kick it on the low

With no bitches that don't get high

Serve me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive

Cause I got far too much on my mind

Industrial size gears I'm caught in a grind

At your grandma's house

Plastic cover the couch

Before I sit down

She question me for smellin like a pound