Gunplay - Scuffed Timbs lyrics

I just cuff my tembelist, f** you middle it On the connect, you n***as wearin' the rest Never no pressure, tag on the dresser Money and pocket, halla to rock it You know where I'm at, you know where I'll be You know what I'm bout, You wanna see? Ball the team, ball machine Back, back, back, scar and see Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin' I'm a player, you just reffin' Still public housin', f** the album You cuffin' b**hes, I'm puffin' sour Mil on the wax, mil' on the car Ten mil' on the crib honey gran on the bro You f**in' with a boss When the beast be by ten Lil' trick, you a star, trick you a star Baby girl you a star, you deserve to get it all When the people hit the dog This got to take the chance and he make it so mild She get on 22, put on lady this charge, no love for the souls Even thou it's sees I'm a bust to a boss rich n***a 'til I die Write my name in the books Her man's on the quick shot, swing from the shout I still remain dry, I stay in one place and so I drive 2.5 John maintain all the 8 Real n***a get wild, don't get a tattoo on my face