Punch In / Dyer Lane Freestyle Lyrics

I ain't talking muscle

I brought the gun show

Blower louder than this mo'fuckin runtz smoke

End of barrel lookin like it's a trombone

I just poured a sixth inside of my Dutch Bro's

Gut hangin out, I feel like Boraicho

Me and bro just hit a skit with our eyes closed

Dog ass nigga fuckin cougars off rhinos

All these animals like we at a sideshow

Jakes behind us, burn that rubber like sideshow

Choppa cut your bob, I named that shit Sideshow

Killed his potnas, put them boys in a slideshow

He ain't cut like art's & craft he at Michael's

Work the hammer, I don't work at Home Depot

Niggas damnear my son call him mijo

Way they biting, man I call 'em mosquitoes

Body baggin' open casket, tuxedo

Nose dive,

Up in the funk with dis .45

Stay duckin' them waters like low tide

Better stay inside, where your feet dry

Tote 9's don't get clotheslined cuz we spinnin' back like a rewind

Soul tied, cuz I fucked her raw

Bounce back, never 'cept a loss

30 shots, plus 1 up top

Off you quick, bitch

The fuck you thought

On site

Like Tupac can't wait to catch 'em at that stoplight

With two Glocks, these bullets chewin' through his Off-White

Long clip, it's gon be a fuckin long night

Sippin' mud can't even walk right

On site

Like Tupac can't wait to catch 'em at that stoplight

With two Glocks, these bullets chewin' through his Off-White

Long clip, it's gon be a fuckin long night

Sippin' mud can't even walk right