JPEGMAFIA - Puff Daddy lyrics

[Intro] You think you know me? I got nothing, I'm a straight b**h Whoa Kenny! [Chorus] Uh, big whips, big guns (Woah) No cash, no funds (Woah) Hurry up, it’s done (It's done) You are all my sons (It's done) We don’t claim you bums This sh** for the scum [Verse 1] I'm a pop act, I don't smoke sesh (Nah) I don't pack heat (Huh) I don't even make no beats (Wow, damn) I don't even got no gun, ho, I'm like 28 (Wow) Kimber in my bag, too much on my plate Look I'm catpiss, cash in a mattress Three shots a hat trick (Damn Peggy) There’s blood on the canvas Heard your n***a college boy Caught him on campus Hit that n***a eastern time He died in central standard [Chorus] Why?, big whips, big guns (Woah) No cash, no funds Hurry up, it’s done (It's done) You are all my sons (My sons) We don’t claim you bums This sh** for the scum [Verse 2] I got no life, I got no life (No) Can't switch up my code (Nah) Morale be too low, AK, SK (Grrrah) Gat spit like KA (Huh) Hurry up, relay, b**h, no face, no case f** 'bout what you moving I'm on your couch like Rick Rubin All of these cops, n***a who shooting? b**h we strapped like Duke Nukem Pull up with the trey and we ain’t hooping Shoot you in the face, boy go guard it Fake rappers, new targets All of your songs got no market [Chorus] b**h, (n***ard) Big whips, big guns (Woah) No cash, no funds (Woah) Hurry up, it's done (It's done) You are all my sons (My sons) We don't claim you bums This sh** for the scum [Outro] Take that Can't stop, won't stop