Lyrics

(L-L-L-Let's get a bag) (Chill going crazy) (It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go, nigga) Ayy Talking to my plug, "Can I punch 'bows?" I can't cheat, my bitch crazy and she punch hoes Yo bitch dropping her location like come on 'Fore I cut you off, you a bitch that I'ma cum on Hoes used to talk crazy, they on hush mode Let me find out this bitch heard I'm the Punch GOAT (Ha) Zap his ass with this new pack a punch pole Rock him for a band with two sticks like a drumroll One whip, two chops, we spinning the block (Spinning) Two men, a hunnid shots, we spinning his top (Bow) I'm on everything these niggas is not With a strap last year and now niggas is dying (Woo) You feel that lead, right? You could feel yo legs, right? Beefing with Art, you ain't finna pop up dead, right? Know it's green if we see you at a red light Both scopes on a nigga, them bitches like headlights You see that ballcap, doggy? Throw it on Forgot the Glock at the crib, I'ma throw a bomb (Boom) Spint the block and caught an opp like a Pokémon Step in the strip and see the bangs, bitch, you know it's Tron A hunnid death threats, why I ain't dead yet? Won't chase a bitch unless she truck drives for FedEx Pissed-ass, broke-ass, in yo bed stressed Can't relate, I'm flying with a thirty dollar headrest New deal offer I ain't even read yet Heard yo man signed for a chain and a bed set I got a white boy, I be serving ten packs Get yo bitch drunk, wake her up with a stained back Yeah, I punch and I rap, Def Jam Vendetta And my new bitch cold, look like Cinderella Fire work with this card, I can get whatever Sent fifteen out the rocket, boy, that's a Clint Capela (Bow) Put a circle on a nigga like he Westbrook (That's a donut) So you really wasting time on yo left hook? If the lamb chops suck, get the chef cooked Scholar with the scam shit, I wasn't reading textbooks He ain't ashamed, one of mans be popping blues He ain't ashamed 'cause he gon' end up popping you You could be Dwayne Johnson, couldn't rock with you Thinking you a star? The chop got telescopic view Let's get a what? Let's get a bag Tron, we damn near fucked this bitch up Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy
Writer(s): James Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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