Puffy lyrics

[Chorus]

Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G

Feel like Ray Charles, niggas ain't seein' me

Fuck your homie, he dead, bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley

And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me

Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G

Feel like Ray Charles, niggas ain't seein' me

Fuck your homie, he dead, bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley

And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me

[Verse 1]

Niggas pussy

2K18, kill a nigga, you a rookie

I aim at your head, try to knock it off, if God was with you ,you lucky (lucky bitch)

I dare any nigga touch me, I got shooters on payroll

I leave your ass with a halo, bitch I got bread like a bagel

I be rollin' off pills, I be higher than Fabo

Fuckin' your bitch on her new kitchen table

I pull out and bust a nut on her navel, ayy

He say he gon' shoot when he see me

I hope he know I'm goin' out with a bang

She suck my dick and I grip on her bangs

She ain't never even tell me her name, ayy

Oh she want some fame? oh she want some fame?

Fuck you on Live, pass you to the gang

You ain't 'bout that action, just stay in your lane

You diss on my name, oh you want some clout?

We run in your house, put gun in your mouth

We killin' every living thing in your house, uh

I got some shooters out west, uh

I got some shooters out south

Watch what you say and get hit in your mouth

She mumblin', she got my dick in her mouth

You ain't a street nigga so how can I vouch you?

Huh, my bitch got a gun in her pouch

And it's four-five, bullets like your size

Fuck with me wrong and I'm spittin' 'em out

[Chorus]

Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G

Feel like Ray Charles, niggas ain't seein' me

Fuck your homie, he dead, bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley

And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me

Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G

Feel like Ray Charles, niggas ain't seein' me

Fuck your homie, he dead, bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley

And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me

[Verse 2]

I put a bag on a nigga

Pull up in a truck with a bag full of niggas

Jim Carey, pull up in a mask on a nigga

I'm trigger happy, I'll blast on a nigga

I tell Kid turn up the tempo

Red beam lookin' just like a pimple

I put this red beam on your temple

Clip so big, can't fit out the window

Bitch so thick, can't fit in her leg hole

I know some GD's stackin' like Legos

I'm 'bout the money, I'm 'bout the dinero

Outwest 290, bitch I'm from the ghetto

Drop your location, pop up like Eggos

Get hit with a bow and arrow

Gucci cape, clark Kent, I'm a superhero

Sixty-nine with your bitch, call me Rey Mysterio

All these rappers scared of me 'cause I'm a fuckin' weirdo

I pop pills and drink Henny, I don't sip no beer though

And you ain't gotta go home bitch but you gotta get out of here though

[Chorus]

Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G

Feel like Ray Charles, niggas ain't seein' me

Fuck your homie, he dead, bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley

And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me

Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G

Feel like Ray Charles, niggas ain't seein' me

Fuck your homie, he dead, bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley

And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:Single (2018)