huffinNpuffin

(Haha aye yuh)
(Hey where's rolo?)
They don't do nothing
They stay on the block with them wanna be bangers y'all really be bluffin'
I get on a beat it get hot like a oven, and baked like a muffin i'm leaving her gushin'
I fuck from the back and i'm breakin' her back
And I pull out my Willy real quick for I'm busting
I'm changing the subject you rappers like Ricky y'all runnin'
But claim that y'all really be thuggin' and really be gunnin'
I'm one of the gifted thats coming from nothin'
I'm sneakin' a pun in or two they be sticking like glue when I come in
I need my inhaler i'm huffin' and puffin'

(Wait) You thought I was switchin' the flow?
Ha no, i'm just tryna' go take off and grow
In this rapping I see a green light i'mma go
Trill Sammy my shit DND I won't pick up my phone
I'm up in my zone, but all of my demons won't leave me alone
When I saw him he only was watchin' his tone
Tell my shorty come here and i'll lick on her toes
(Ha sike) i'm kiddin' (Wait am i?)
Cause who really know all i know is i'll blow and i'm gifted
I'm smokin' on weed and i'm lifted
He tryna' shoot me like he curry but sadly he missin' it
It's up when i walk in that buildin'
You people all don't give a fuck what i'm feelin'
Ima bring a knife out then i'll take out your kidney
You can send all the bitches that run In your click and they ain't fuckin' with me
Y'all soft as a tittie
I spit all this shit now they wanna come hit me I ain't tryna' go pity
You people be ass, y'all be focused on cash
And not caring bout plenty of life lessons
When i come up i'll be in the right Section
And be holding the right weapons, I don't like texting
If you tryna' get woke come and toke and i'll give you the right method
You don't smoke I won't joke it's okay I don't judge i'm the goat
Y'all don't know they just sit and just like guessin'
He ain't doing the right flexing
He a peasant he cannot come get up in my section
Ima fuck from the back
Know you likin' this track
If you don't then go take off that hat
Cause you cappin' you knowin' you liking the way that i'm rappin'
That shit was all facts
Ima run up these stats
When I look at my hand I see tats it's all positive shit for my past
Cause i'm tryna' get past it i'm still gettin' mad
If he run up i'm putting my blade through his plaid, (If i have to)
Now he lookin' all stiff like a statue, you talkin' i'm 'bouta come at you
She 'bouta come drink up the nut I ain't talking 'bout cashew
Want smoke and i'm 'bouta come match you
I ain't talking bout passing a blunt
Ima fuck on that bitch from the back And then fuck from the front
They be thinkin' he special everybody sell runts
Ima prosper i'm feelin' this shit in my gut

He run up he screamin' oh fuck
Ima bring out a club but you know I ain't hittin' a put
I'll be smacking em' twice or once
When I did it he fell on the ground he was flat on his butt
And I promise I don't give a fuck
All the women would hate me they flamed me and called me a slut
Ima prosper and get out this rut
I been stuck in this shit for too long it's 'bout time that I bust
You'll decay everyday I ain't talkin' 'bout rust
But I slipped on the curb now i'm yellin' out shucks
I might move to Milwaukee and run up some bucks, I been having some luck
My dick long and weigh more then a truck
Clip long but your shootin' still suck
You should put down that gun, get a blade better train
Cause i'm cutting up faster than ruth to the Ump
You don't know that in music i'll be number one
(Haha)
Now he lookin' all stiff like a statue, you talkin' i'm 'bouta come at you
She 'bouta come drink up the nut I ain't talking bout cashew
Want smoke and i'm 'bouta come match you
I ain't talking bout passing a blunt
Ima fuck on that bitch from the back And then fuck from the front
They be thinkin' he special everybody sell runts
Ima prosper i'm feelin' this shit in my gut



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Writer(s): Kameron Cole
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