Puffy Le Smoke Letra

And I’m ready to go
Ready to go

(Verse)
I’m Puffy Le Smoke and I'm ready to go
Cop me a ounce and I’m ready to blow
Black nigga flying, so call me a crow
Forever been clever and bitch you should know
Sick of me bro, and they wanting my spot
Cause they give what they got and they see that I'm hot
But I do what I do, I completed my part
Now I'm onto this part cause she calling me pop.
No, you don't wanna hear a weed song!
About the kind of Gs that I beez on
Now a nigga quick to put his fucking team on it
And I climb the tower like King Kong
Sometimes I stop and think if a nigga really is balling
Then I smoke a blunt because a brainstorm
My best role, my mind is clouded,
I feel it in my veins
My adrenaline increasing
‘Cause this is the season,
The chains and we bees in the game
Niggas be paying their fees
They seein I’m getting the fame and I’m flankin them
Man, my mind’s on a plane
And me, I fall from the same
But we say we gon change
‘Cause this is the struggle and that day they’ll finally run me
These niggas is lame
Yea speak of my name
But I’m payin no mind though
‘Cause hatin niggas and fuck boys
That shit I ain’t got no time for
Bad hoes get combo, me I’m a king like lino
And I stride forward
My girl will the best, but nigga what the fuck is you tryin for?

(Hook)
Man, motherfuck your team (your team)
And motherfuck your clique (your clique)
I came here with my homies, dawg,
And we worked hard for this shit
Now I rock shows and they're sold out
And them hoes out with their toes out
And I went pro from day one
And your whole team got no skulls!

(Verse)
Bitch, check the flow!
Word around town nigga extra cold
Even give a fuck when yo nigga was broke
Now you wanna try yo luck
You don’t touch me though
Oh, that's your hoe right next to bro
Declassify it like man did
Smoking weed where the turn up is
We hoppin for it like Ted did
And I left this movement
That all you motherfuckers wanna groove with
And I came in to give 2 shits
And I paper weight for this cool shit
And I wrote this, stupid
And you sit still like you still a kid
They wonder how I do this
‘Cause I have something to go prove, bitch
Rose from the dead like a new bitch
With a new whip and a new bitch
And a new fit, and a new clique
‘Cause that’s just how I do this
Just Puffy Le Smoke and I’m right out my clothes
And that’s how I go, steer ahead of you folks
This is my life and I thought I control it
If you didn’t my nigga, then now you should know
You was quitin and I had the struggle to grow
But sit in my room an just work on my flows
My money look poor then my face is important
And that is the proof for the work that is shown
Bleed from my pen and I write from the soul
Pull out that blade and I spark up the trol
Niggas don’t hate me, now already know
And if that is just right
Just let it be known that I’m crown bound,
It’s my sound that I found
You can’t get, this my shit I practice
I’m active til I’m rich
I bull’s eye like I’m shootin team
And I killed this shit, you just flew in
While rollin up that good weed
Just blowned off and get 2 things

(Hook)
Man, motherfuck your team (your team)
And motherfuck your clique (your clique)
I came here with my homies, dawg,
And we worked hard for this shit
Now I rock shows and they're sold out
And them hoes out with their toes out
Aye who are we? We the Nation Gs
And we gon rise against all doubts, bitch.