Kid Ink - Tuna Roll lyrics
[Kid Ink - Tuna Roll lyrics]
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 egh!, 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 LA 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
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 egh!, 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 LA 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