Tuna Roll - Kid Ink

Business as usual

Money on my mind I can feel it in my cubicle

Fuckin' 95 wasn’t made for a cubicle

Niggas know I’m raw-tuna roll

You know what it is kid ink up in this bitch

Hear that errr smell the scent

Bitch I’m all, all in

One hit and leave a niggas 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 niggas 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 fuck is you pholasin

Lets go!

Yeah!

Well Alright!

It go peter picked them peppers nigga 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 bitch!

Back on immense, stack on stack I’m rackin' em' in

Sware that they ain’t fuckin' with me talkin all that essence

Yeah!

Bitch I’m blowin' up, cue the bomb

Niggas 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 bitch 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'

Niggas think they hard but they softer than pillows

And I’m high off a pill in the buildin' like dealers

Pissin' off the tenants give a fuck 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

Bitch 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

You can see the stars baby, welcome to the show

Yeah these niggas know I’m raw, tuna roll!

Alumini Bitch!

Wheels Up!

Niggas know I’m raw Tuna roll!