Punch Me In ft. Byreek Lyrics

Turn the mother fucking stoves on its gelato in this bitch

Come on

Yeah yeah yeah

Come on

Uhh uhh uhh

Yeah yeah yeah

Back up in the booth I'm snappin every time I'm in this bitch

Slamming bags in the trap

Gelato bill

Watch my brother serve that dog you would think he michael vick

You would think I'm playin madden nigga send another blitz

It go 20 ball out that shit go crazy with my fit

Got these broke ass niggas sick

Said fuck my po still riding dirty behind this tint

Been in that field you niggas coming off the bench

Servin all these bags ain't got no time to hear you vent

Fuck a hellcat gelato bill need a vet

Dollar breakin hearts told that bitch to keep a vest

City in a drought I went and put that water around my neck

Hit the pot a little harder you can go and cop that tec

Shawty got no brains nigga I just use her for the sex

My boy so damn slimy think it's time that they free jeff

Got them on my line wondering what gelato gone do next

I done hurt these niggas pride I got my foot all in they chest

These niggas ain't got a ten piece I told them make that shit make sense

Haa haa haa

Make that shit make sense

You either gang or you not ain't no straddling on this fence

Nigga before I be a witness I'ma sit down for a stint

Nigga I know that ain't a real one I can tell by the scent

Told neeko punch me in I don't need no fuckin pen

Told neeko punch me in I don't need no fuckin pen

I just got another load once it land you know it's sold

Rockin' palm angels moncler this shit expensive drip

50 k inside the sweats know that we ain't sweating shit

Plenty women call it pimpin I'm just here to hand the business

You can't see me through this tent all you see is VVs

Most a nigga peewee's we ballin in the big league

Know that we ain't sparring shit

Standing on a business nigga

Know that how the game go

Know we havin halos yeah yeah

All I know is get it stack that cash I get that paper up

Niggas they be cappin they ain't really got no fetty wap

QB to the block you can't name no nigga hot ass us

Bussin down on Boston mics we can play the prices right

Double up

Get the bag then muscle up

Niggas mad

Give no fucks cause we going up

Poppin tags

Hold yo wrist you know that trophy up

Why they mad

Ain't no nigga out here fly as us

Back up in the booth I'm snappin every time I'm in this bitch

Slamming bags in the trap

Gelato bill

Watch my brother serve that dog you would think he michael vick

You would think I'm playin madden nigga send another blitz

It go 20 ball out that shit go crazy with my fit

Got these broke ass niggas sick

Said fuck my po still riding dirty behind this tint

Been in that field you niggas coming off the bench

Back up in the booth I'm snappin every time I'm in this bitch

Slamming bags in the trap

Gelato bill

Watch my brother serve that dog you would think he michael vick

You would think I'm playin madden nigga send another blitz