Punch It

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] (Wassup, JP) Yeah, I Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: StanWill] I got a Glock but I'll beat yo ass Seen a lot of hate out the opps but ain't seen no cash Told that lil' bitch, "Toot it up, let me see yo ass" I might get lost in my drip, I got Nemo splash Huh, make it splash, feel like Chris Smoove She ain't got that super soaker on her, made that bitch move She cannot pronounce the brand, she said I got big shoes I got yellow and white diamonds, I can mix jewels [Verse 2: BabyTron] Ksubi jeans skinny, ain't my dick, it's a blicky Heron Preston now out of Saks, ain't no Dickies If they sending shots then I'm shooting, take 'em with me Hitting chip readers like Blake Griffin, banging giffies Fifteen hunnid get you gone, boy, that's three giffies If you ain't ShittyBoyz, you can't even fucking breathe with me Three hunnid dollar plate, kinda make it hard to eat with me Bro made a hit first day out like he Tee Grizzley [Verse 3: TrDee] I don't like sex, really known to get the head then dip I ain't even ask my mixtape, ain't even have a skip I ain't even playing, have yo mama yelling, crying, RIP Pull up in the night, let it sing like we brought the Pips Huh, y'all ain't even hip When I get bored or irritated, I'ma take a trip Huh, that ain't even this Brought The Undertaker for the niggas think I'm throwing fists [Verse 4: StanWill] I ain't ever really been broke, I can't reminisce Think I came out my mama ass 'cause I been the shit I ain't ever had a nine-to-five, I been scamming shit Rack after rack after rack, on some tennis shit [Verse 5: BabyTron] I eat too much hibachi, my stomach hurt If it ain't the chip reader, show you how them hunnids work Put a BIN on his fucking head, I just punched his hearse You got that lil' bitch pregnant but I fucked her first [Verse 6: TrDee] Nah, for real though Know some pistol popping dreadheads, they don't steal though Niggas still broke Told baby put the tip in and she still choke [Verse 7: StanWill] Funny how if I up stick, I'll stick him up You can tell I don't lift weights but I'll lift him up Bust a fanny pack open, bitch said I'm rich as fuck Waiter brought me out the wrong drink, I ain't tip him nothing Bro turned the lil' Fiji Water into Coca-Cola Keep two sticks, I'm a PS4 controller [Verse 8: BabyTron] Bitch foreign, look like Dora King bed, roll her over Get the head off that lil' bitch then I'm gonna ignore her Yeah, it's a Air Force day Carry-on full of za like, what the airport say? I be at Ruth Chris, two hunnid every fourth play He ain't got a car, seen him running to his court day [Verse 9: TrDee] Smoking Cookie, real Cookie, you don't even know the taste Money calling, speeding to it, I don't even hit the brakes Dirty [?] chill day, I ain't even wanna stay Cut into her, hell nah, I know yo ass ain't hitting vapes I don't Crip but the pockets stay with blues Want some clout? We gon' put him on the news Was a drought, now my old bitches choose Like a Twix, all my hoes come in twos