Can’t Punk Me

Lyrics

[Intro: JID] I was just a, I was just a, uh I was just a, look at me, uh [Verse 1: JID] I was just a poor-ass nigga before I turned into a poet Pro Keds kickin' the dirt, we playin' buss 'em up, throw it Ain't never been off of Flat Shoals, the fuck is a foreign? All of my heroes had zeroes and customers growin' Ain't no hoin' me boy, I ain't goin' Pistol point,' rib showin', get the point, try disciplinin' A nigga's disappointed, I participated, could've been avoided But they kill a nigga, try to fill the void, feel the fouls and the joy It's a girl, it's a child, it's a boy in a world, tryna drown out the noise You heard that? You like that? You feel that? You do You serve that, make a bird bag, alert pack, the flu, huh Get a knife and get a gun too Hood niggas don't do Kung-Fu 'Bout to jump y'all, nigga, jumped you Pull out the pump, can't punk you, uh [Chorus: JID] Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch [Verse 2: Johnny Venus & JID] Okay, what's happenin' shawty? From the land where the preachers always packin', shawty No, I'm never lackin', shawty Pulpit pulls that ratchet eat your heart out like it's a starvin' pitbull Shit, where I'm from, everybody got a tool KP said, "You post your wins, you gotta repeat 'em again and again" But see, I was born for greatness, why the hell should I pretend? Like I wasn't in the arms of Allah, bear-huggin' I fear no man nor brandished steel, here's your fair warning The audacity to think that I surpassed them from Atlanta streets You must be crazy, nah, let's be clear, I'm clairvoyant I never left from Zone-4, bitch, fuck is a foreign? But I knew I'd drag my nuts across the world 'fore I was tourin' Europeans rainin' kisses out in Paris, it was pourin' Nigga, I was just in Georgia where the gunshots was stormin' Blacka, blacka, blacka, tell the story To be or not to be dead in the morning If you knew the cage that I was raised in (Bitch) Shit, my nigga, then (Ho) You should lead the path I'm out here blazin' (Can't punk me, bitch) Guess he thought we'd jump and run 'cause he was pistol wavin' (Bitch) Motherfucker, fuck the devil (Ho) Boy, I'm from the A, man (Bitch, punk, lil' punk, bitch) [Verse 3: Doctur Dot] Sweep, sweep, mop, mop Wow, great as Dot, been frequenting the gun shop like a movie montage Sip this Teremana, feelin' like Dwayne the Rock The way I rock be I-Y-K-Y-K, okay, I kick before I knock This shit is real, real, kill or be killed, no model citizen (No) Since Ben Stiller with the blue steel, straight from Ben Hill (Woo) I been stealin' for the pure thrill Runnin' up in buildings like the Grinch in Whoville (Hahaha) What's life without adrenaline? Put you on a shirt, now you're purge merch, jerk (You, you, you) Death is freedom, some deserve worse, huh You get me? (Get me) You got me (You got me), I don't waste time with nickel and dimein' That nigga mid, you mid by proxy I don't really fuck with these niggas like Gandhi (What's "yeah-yeah") What's up, nigga? Try me, lot of this shit just luck and timing (What's "yeah-yeah") What's up, nigga? Try me, broad day brawl and the blood look shiny (What's "yeah-yeah") What's up, nigga? I can always sniff out a fuck nigga Underdog, I'ma upset the front runner Bark big, but a bite is a bit bigger Okay, pull out the pump, can't punk me Crocodile Dundee, Doco-dile Dundee Knockin' out front teeth Niggas is way too sensitive, touchy, niggas is aunties (Ah) Must be havin' they monthly, hate all you want, only Heaven can judge me I just be puttin' shit bluntly Life too hard to go out humbly [Chorus: JID] Uh, pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch [Outro: Meezy] Yo, JID, this Meezy, bruh Hit me when you get this message, my nigga My ass in the mountain ridin' round Thinkin' when yo' Stevenson Road ass gon' drop that shit, nigga You playin', what the fuck?