Tuna Roll

Yeah. turn me up Uh, business as usual Money on my mind, I can feel it in my cuticle Fuck the 9 to 5, wasn't made for a cubicle Now know I'm raw, tuna roll Yep Uh you know what it is, Kid Ink up in this bitch Hear that errr smell the scent, bitch I'm on, all in One hit'll leave a nigga's nose twitching like Bewitched So what I'm smoking on, I swear to God I'm floating in a drift Alumni we the illest, sicker than Contagion All up in your hood like my niggas work at Kragen Know that L.A. is the city but it look like we from Beijing Say I don't be in my city? Who the fuck is you fugazing, let's go It go Peter picked them peppers, nigga, I just picked them hoes out Swimming in the money, how I'm living, boathouse I don't need a floaty cause I'm sitting on a cloud Tell the world kiss my ass head up, look at me now bitch Back on immense, stack on stack I'm racking it in Swear that they ain't fucking with me, talking all that abstinence Yeah, bitch I'm blowing up, you the bomb Niggas know I'm raw, tuna roll Batter up, I'm outta here Find me in the cut like aloe vera I'm the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry See me throwing money in the sky 'til I'm outta air Sorry your honour but I had to kill 'em Niggas think they hard but they softer than pillows And I'm high off a pill in the building like dealers Pissing off the tenants give a fuck 'bout your feelings, tell 'em I'm on, yeah Okay, snapback, hatback, smoking on that loud pack Blow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad Bitch I'm worth a milli, even more before the taxes I'm the realest on the atlas you can go and ask the masses, what up? What's up What's up? Uh, roll up, hold up, have a taste You ain't gotta go to outer space To see the stars baby, welcome to the show Yeah these niggas know I'm raw, tuna roll, yeah Alumini bitch Wheels up Niggas know I'm raw, tuna roll