PunchMeIn Lyrics

I just hopped up in the booth, tell Jay to punch me in

Know I'm sliming with the troops, wave a 30 in the wind

Know it's been a long time, ain't been fucking on your friend

Got this 50 round drumming on your block like a band

Got my jewelry on with a mask, I'm a Taliban

I got peanut butter in this jar I ain't talking Peter pan

Nigga get your mans, before we smoke him in the wind

I got two different Glocks, but same code gen

Free my dogs locked up, chained up in the can

Fucked two bitches in the same day you shawty lo I'm the man

Why you fucking with the Klan? Know we playing with them bands

I ain't no picky nigga, I'll fuck you and your friend

Watch these diamonds dance, wave a roll like a fan

Niggas trying to steal the sauce, I'ma call them plankton then

I was raised up north, I'm still rocking Timberland

I just fucked your bitch and said I need to fix her pipes again

I ain't from Atlanta fuck boy, why you calling me your twin

I just caught a opp we slimed him out and then his friend

Used to be up on the block in the summer with a fan

All these niggas out here telling, now they making it a trend

What's the word? These niggas capped out, we know y'all lacking

I used to sell the eight balls and wrap them in the plastic

Why the fuck these niggas acting hard? I swear to God they actors

All them niggas on your side, died or lock, that shit is tragic

I just got some head from this freaky bitch, I need a napkin

She got a taste, she told me thank you, know she know her manners

I was selling weed in high school, but yes, I know my grammar

If school hard knocks of fucking bad bitch, then I passed it

I'm with the gang, we militia, niggas know what's bracking

I was 13, seen that car, then I smacked it

I was 14, fucked your broad, then I passed it

I was 15, got kicked out, then started trapping

On God, these niggas frauds

I ain't Cupid, shoot a arrow in your heart

My niggas steady shooting, I ain't talking about the guard

I done scored all buckets on the block, LeBron

I just hopped up in the booth, tell Jay to punch me in

Know I'm sliming with the troops, wave a 30 in the wind

Know it's been a long time, ain't been fucking on your friend

Got this 50 round drumming on your block like a band

Got my jewelry on with a mask, I'm a Taliban

I got peanut butter in this jar I ain't talking Peter pan

Nigga get your mans, before we smoke him in the wind

I got two different Glocks, but same code gen