(puffin) Uh huh
Sledgerin

Uh
Look ni**a i`m the rawest, the mo`f**kin` animal
Want war? One phone call is how i handle you (whew)
On the grind, you pussy ni**a`s hate
Bitch i`m out in different states, politic, and gettin cake.
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them doller signs.
Run with them ni**as holdin glocks like its columbine (pop, pop ,pop)
I`m a star, ain`t a choice hoe i gotta shine
Far as Pittsburg, i`m the voice so i gotta rhyme.
Grind all the time ever since the 1st day
Now i`m gettin cake like every day became my birthday
something like a earthquake, the way this s**t drop
I be at the tip top posted with a big knot
You didn`t know hoe you sit at home and just watch
Less then haters, stone cold spectators
Same lame`s turn out to be investigators
No where near comfortable need extra paper.

Got the city on smash, the streets on lock
100 real ni**as with their heats on c**k
got my pockets on swol still need more gwap.
Plus the hood says they love to hear the young boy talk

Ay ay
The jeans spent about a buck 45 on them
If He trick the team, buck 45`s on him.
When we hit the scene, the club hoes just pile on him
You scrubs show them groupies love, i just style on them.