Tuna Roll (Clean) lyrics

Business as usual
Money on my mind I can feel it in my cubicle
f*ckin' 95 wasn't made for a cubicle
n*ggas know I'm raw-tuna roll

You know what it is kid ink up in this b*tch
Hear that errr smell the scent
b*tch I'm all, all in
One hit and leave a n*ggas nose twitchin' he wished it would
What I'm smokin on I sware to God I'm floatin' in a drift
Alumni we the illest
Sicker than contagion
All up in your hood like my n*ggas workin' crankin'
Know that l.A. Is the city but it look like we from Asia
Say I don't be in my city? Who the f*ck is you pholasin
Let's go!
Yeah!
Well alright!

It go peter picked them peppers n*gga I just picked them hoes
Swimin' in the money how I'm livin, boathouse
I don't need a floaty cause I'm sittin' on a cloud
Tell the world kiss my ass head up look at me now b*tch!
Back on immense, stack on stack I'm rackin' em' in
Sware that they ain't f*ckin' with me talkin all that essence
Yeah!
b*tch I'm blowin' up, cue the bomb
n*ggas know I'm raw tuna roll
Batter up, I'm outta here
Find me in the cut like I live there
I'm the man in this b*tch you just Tyler Perry
See me throwin' money in the sky til' I'm outta air
Sorry your honor but I had to kill em'
n*ggas think they hard but they softer than pillows
And I'm high off a pill in the buildin' like dealers
p*ssin' off the tenants give a f*ck bout your feelings
Tell em!
I'm on!

Okay, snapback, hatback
Smokin' on that loud pack
Blow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad
b*tch I'm more familie, even mobile phone to texts
I'm the realest on the at-list you can go and ask the masses
What up!
Hold up, have a taste
You ain't gotta go to outer space

Yeah these n*ggas know I'm raw, tuna roll!
Alumini b*tch!
Wheels up!
n*ggas know I'm raw tuna roll!