Puff Daddy

[Intro Sample]

[Chorus: Roc Marciano]

I wrote this shit up in my hoe spot

I came up with this sitting in my hoe spot

(Bust that pussy open, they don't know what that smell like)

We just had a thousand trick summer, a million trick winter

I'm fresh up out my hoe spot

Puff Daddy with the twat, can't stop, won't stop

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

We the shit, come see if it stick

Swiss cheese, we leave you in ya dream whip

The script it was green lit

Split when the screams hit a fever pitch

I'm deep in this bitch, my sneakers is drenched

Been with Nina through thin and thick

The candle is lit at two different ends

I'm sick, I'm pouring medicine in my drink

It's pink, they say ignorance is bliss

That scene in the flick I bit the stick then made you said it was fake

Through a signal that was sent to the brain

A pimp in this game, that's word to Kunta Kinte's chains

The day and date face lemonade

The yellow range lemon meringue

As for my nuts I just let em' hang like a set of drapes

Sip the Hennessey straight or maybe chase like some runaway slaves

I pray the train ain't running late the gauge is my only running mate

My blade will cut ya face was just like some funnel cake

Then left a bubble on ya fade thats a buck and some change

Blood rain from the jugular vein

Flood the drain for tryna kick mud on a brother name

I was hovering above the fray like a plane

Without a stain on my suede I don't gang bang

I played the oven range

I'm insane I'm stuck in my ways

But our mothers claimed that we're saints (we was saints), but we ain't (but we ain't)

Covered in pain I moved up in weight

You's just a sitting duck in the lake

Bout to get touched by the flame, something was made

We ate, the plate gave us stomach pains and some aches

But I have zero complaints in this wraith nigga (nigga)

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]

I wrote this shit up in the dope spot

I came up with this sitting in the dope spot

(We bust a brick open you don't know what that smell like)

We just had 20 brick summer, 7 body winter

I'm fresh up out the dope spot

Puff Daddy with the pot, can't stop, won't stop

[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]

Over the stove hitting it with the baking soda like, “Take that, take that, take that, take that”

The rest is liars (Them niggas lying)

Jump out the Maserati in the best attire

Your favorite rapper testify I'm extra fire

Money talk, your shit extra tesla quiet

Spill the champagne on my Gucci aces, flexercisin'

You know it splash right off the leather

But it stick to the string like violin

I got a shooter with me and a shaman

We gonna take your soul and analyze it

Ask em' how we had the Benz's on Burk Street (ask em')

Lex's on state nigga, that was the worst me (woooo)

My momma fucked El Chapo then birthed me

What's crumbs to a brick boy? you playing with bird seeds

Stove God, Abba of the Pot

We just packed the Ariana Grande in the drop

My young boy Ramadan your block

Leave you holy if you make it, you won't eat shit for a month

Fuck a drought fuck what day it is my shit jump! (My shit jump)

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]

I wrote this shit up in the dope spot

I came up with this sitting in the dope spot

(We bust a brick open you don't know what that smell like)

We just had 20 brick summer, 7 body winter

I'm fresh up out the dope spot

Puff Daddy with the pot, can't stop, won't stop