Lucid Lyrics – Puffs
Singer: Puffs
Title: Lucid
All these n#gg#s hating, talkin I ain’t gonna make it
But you know that when we blow up this the sh#t that they’ll be playing
I am not from concentrate ’cause unlike you I ain’t a fake
I be smoking concentrates, I get so baked, can’t feel my face
Put my sh#t in motion, I surprise you, I pull out an ace
Boy pulled up with 40, and he paid me, now he got an eighth
Tried to slide with shorty, but her man was home I left the place
Roll up to my homie’s crib, and then I f#ckin hit the rig
All you lames gon’ talk, sh#t
Fool you ain’t even know, this
Me and my boys we gon’ stack up our bills we thе best in the game likе Olympics
We the next generation, we get veneration when we cruise around in that space ship
I feel so special, teeth covered in metal, carbon fiber all on my new whip
Went to Versace, I dodged paparazzi, and got some diamonds for me new b#tch
New b#tch and you know she got two t#ts
Not sure, but I think her name Lucy
And I know that that girl is so bougie
First date, she was rockin that Gucci
Not from no side n#gg#, she sellin roofies
And I love b#tches that make they own booty
Took her home and she said, “Let’s make a movie”
Next thing you know I was touching them boobies
So slick, you could call me a smoothie
But that’s how it is, I got hoes in jacuzzies
Extendo on my Uzi
And I f#ck b#tches up like a Popeye’s 2 piece
Roll off from the scene, then pick up my scraps
Roll off of the pills, then wake up in France
I’m all in this b#tch, I’m fixing her cramps
I’m all about the green, and smoking the sacks
Don’t think ’bout the future, I’m so immature
Don’t live in the past, I just sink through the floor
And takin the acid so I can restore
While droppin’ these hits that I know they adore
Oh sh#t, it’s too much
I switch up and loosen
I can’t f#ck with humans
I keep that translucence
We pass through, excuse us
No need to pursue us
Don’t test sh#t, get chewed up
Then spit out like mucus
I’m too lit, I’m too lit
Got sauce on my
Got sauce and it’s drippin, from me to my suitcase
Left no trace, that fast paced
We smoking, no ashtray
Cooking up this gourmet
I don’t need no leeway
Run fast like a relay
Work hard, never delay
Came to slay, that’s why I see red
I do it everyday, it’s not a secret
I got many things I can’t regret
Don’t worry, this is no sweat
So don’t fret
I owe debt
So I should stay focused
Movin’ that bloody money out the centipede
Yo b#tch be on my dick just like a centipede
If I see that b#tch, you know I’m gon’ let ’em bleed
Movin’ so different, you’d think I am heavenly
Never plead ’cause I’m in the hills, the Beverly
I won’t stop rapping until I’m f#cking 70
I’m ahead mentally, like you’ll never be
Bringin’ the weaponry, just to settle things
I may be behind but I ain’t losing in the race
You get on my bad side, I ain’t leavin’ just a trace
p#ss# boy get whacked up, yeah I hit him in his face [Headshot!
I ain’t no disgrace I’m finna put them in their place
I’m intelligent, I got hella bands, and I’m heaven sent, yeah I know
If you want to be known, why you hide behind a cloak?
I’m preaching what I own, I ain’t a b#tch I’m not a clone
I stay in my zone, please lower your tone
You’re speaking to a goat, if they deep, what that b#tch gon’ throat?
It ain’t cold, but I pull up in a coat
In a matte black whip, I ain’t talkin’ no boat
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thru
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Lake Koast - Twisted (Club Radio) (Feat. Pretty Pretty, Malik)
VÉRITÉ - temporary
Lyrics Puffs – Lucid
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru