Csre - Powder Puff Lyrics

Gang
What the f*ck 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 f*cked 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, f*ck being in park

Man, we stay up after dark
I knew I won a race when I was lining up to start
F*ck 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 f*ck 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