PG Mizzle - Puff Daddy Lyrics

I don't put lotion on my hands, I leave my knucks ashy
You outside lookin' in, might think I'm soft, I'm kinda tough, actually
I dropped my gun, runnin' from niggas, tryna bust at me
I grappled it, and dragged it down the hall, I feel like Puff Daddy
I still be talkin' to Caucasians, finna f*ck Ashley
You niggas think I just be sellin' dope, I own a trust, actually
She kinda got annoyin' mouth, but I can nut past it
Them crackers keep on tryna search my crib, it's in the trucks, actually
They keep on tryna search my house, it's in the trucks, actually
You might just think I had a silver spoon, I rode the bus, actually
I really lived through hella shit, I'm kinda tough, actually
I might just put a band around his head, he look like Apache
Yeah, she eat the dick up good, but get my nuts, actually
This situation didn't need the K, I brought my bolt action
Beat the pussy off the bed, she on the floor splashin
And I can bring the food right to your lo, I'm out here door dashin
Okay, niggas dyin' every day, B, man, that shit tragic
I got a fine bitch with hearing aids, I call her Miss Magic
A nigga touch one of my brothers, I might shitbag him
I might just post my dick on Instagram and have his bitch tag him
Okay, I got two different kinds of weed, I'm finna mix match 'em
Just let me know what type of drugs you want and I can dispatch 'em
I'll drive that pussy off the road and let the ditch have him
And if you doing missions on the side, don't let your bitch catch 'em
Shit was sweet when I was born, but now this shit ugly
The weed was slow, I went live with the white, I feel like Kid Cudi
I made it this far in this life and I ain't get nothing
I stand over the pot and flick my wrist just like my gay cousin
This white bitch keep eatin' dick, she look like Kate Upton
And if you wanna be back in my life, baby, say somethin
Matter of fact, I want you back, I'ma say somethin
I keep on tiptoeing on these beats like I hate stompin
I don't put lotion on my hands, I leave my knucks ashy
You outside lookin' in, might think I'm soft, I'm kinda tough, actually
I dropped my gun, runnin' from niggas, tryna bust at me
I grappled it, and dragged it down the hall, I feel like Puff Daddy
I still be talkin' to Caucasians, finna f*ck Ashley
You niggas think I just be sellin' dope, I own a trust, actually
She kinda got annoyin' mouth, but I can nut past it
Them crackers keep on tryna search my crib, it's in the trucks, actually