39 Punchlines Lyrics

Say, boy, you went too crazy

Man, that cannot be my..

I'm first

Damn, let me go first

Nigga, cheer

Everybody gonna get to..

The fuck is wrong with you

Get out of here

Bring a gun, it's robbing season

Why this man come with a bat

Shoot his ass in the back, we're trying to run like he flashed

They gonna be yelling, Ricky, when them shells hit his back

Hold on, fuck it, nigga, they saying I'm too hot

Hail Mary Thug, like, fuck it, nigga, Tupac

Supposed to shoot one, but I'm like, fuck it, he got two shots

Can't get my drop like a leopard, I got new spots

Hold on, fuck it, I'm going too crazy again

Back at the West End, trying to fuck my bitch friend

Bitch found out I'm lying, don't care how I do it again

Talking about she love me, I'm like, where, bitch, prove it again

All gas, no brakes

Go

Bitch, I don't stop

All gas, no brakes

Go

Bitch, I got no gas

All gas, no brakes

Go

Bitch, I can't gas me up

All gas, no brakes

Go

If I hit the flame off, it's that Olympic fighter

Go ahead and fight these bullets since you such a fighter

Cattle up bad, bitchy, I'm trying to one night her

Nigga wanna box me, I turn to Mike Tyson

I let her stay the weekend, now she love the crew

I'm a dog on this bitch and I ain't talking Scooby-Doo

You can't even walk a mile in these $200 shoes

Love a bad bitch on the table screaming, eat me like some food

I'm like, girl, you know you gotta chill

Now, this ain't a movie, but I kill for them bills

In the field for that money, I'm a Buffalo Bill

I sit in the alley, I king of the hill

This nigga said he can rap better

It's whatever

Both my bitches mad at me

They say they gon' fuck each other

Other bitch say they didn't work it out

Bitch, I ain't gon' sweat a gun, stare around my waist like a college kid in his sweater

Goofy niggas thought you knew that

Mickey Mouse ass boy, you know that you a giraffe

Kissing on this little bitch neck, she said, don't do that

I ain't trying to get nothing but head

I thought she knew that

But I guess she ain't got a clue

Got a .30 with a cool, and then you know it, and I'ma shoot

Got an AR that matching, ain't lying, it's the truth

Run up on me, jambalaya, stir fry stew

We gon' cook your ass like some food

Niggas like how I talk

Don't try to steal it

Bad little bitch, she on my line

Man, I ain't hit it

Told her ass I'm cool

I need my money like phone digits

And plus, she act like a little child

I fuck with grown women

That's a line that went under your head

Let it go over

Got a bad little bitch

I don't like her when I'm sober

If I hit this nigga, bitch, origami on my folder

Bitch said, you a dog

Bitch said, you a dog

Bitch said, you a dog

Bitch said, you a dog