Kid Ink - Tuna Roll

[Hook: Kid Ink] Business as usual Money on my mind I can feel it in my cuticle Fuck the 9 to 5 wasn't made for a cubicle Niggas know I'm raw-tuna roll [Verse 1] 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 im 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! [Verse 2: Kid Ink] It go peter picked them peppers nigga I just picked them hoes out Swimmin' in the money and im livin, boathouse I dont need a floaty cause im sittin' on a cloud Tell the world kiss my ass head up look at me now bitch! Back on immense, stack on stack im rackin' em' in Sware that they ain't fuckin' with me talkin' all that abstinence Yeah! Bitch I'm blowin' up, cue the bomb Niggas know I'm raw tuna roll [Verse 3: Kid Ink] Batter up, I'm outta here Find me in the cut like I live there Im the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry See me throwin' money in the sky til' im outta air Sorry your honor but I had to kill em' Niggas think they hard but they softer than pillows And im high off a pill in the buildin' like dealers Pissin' off the tenants give a fuck bout your feelings Tell em! Im on! [Verse 4: Kid Ink] Okay, snapback, hatback Smokin' on that loud pack Blow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad Bitch im more familie, even mobile phone to texts Im 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 im raw, tuna roll! Alumini Bitch! Wheels Up! Niggas know im raw Tuna roll!