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Intro (3rd Person) Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
When the game on the line
Call him Super Bowl Punna
Free them hitters doing time
They got Super Bowl numbers
He just wanna Make You Proud
He survived some Cold Summers
He been on the road running
He something like a road runner
Before he was his opp
Shorty was his biggest fan
Connecting dialogue with Ahk
He want him be the bigger man
Shantell hoping he don't crash
Her and bro got bigger plans
Throwing shots all on the gram
He could just leave him where he stand
Baby say he ain't consistent
She don't know he been persistent
Think he got my swagger back
He out this bitch really tryna get it
Punna really don't trust shit
I think it's best he keep his distance
3rd person cuz I'm venting
You might think a nigga tripping
He scared to fall in love
That's probably why he be resisting
In his hood
Shots high percentage
You basketballing or cripping
Ain't really know what he wanted
He was just tryna be different
Locked in loaded
Windows tinted
In case they tryna see who in it
Spaceship on the shop
So he do the dash in this rental
Interview with MP4
She tell me I'm influential (Indy Waddup)
Reminiscing bout them heart break
He been controlling his mental
Talks with God during day
At night them talks get sentimental
Walk around like he big man
Gun jammed
Can't pull the trigger
Asking why they took his niggas
Everybody look suspicious
He watched friends cross friends
Sad to say but he a victim
They telling him that they love him
But he wondering if they with him
Feel good when they fuckin
Be he wondering if she get him
If he come up off this rap shit
She might send them boys to split him
Fats told him he can't stop now
He can't let shit fuck up his rhythm
They ain't wanna hear him out
So he going make them bitch feel him
Told Cedd he need some M's
He responded, bro think Billions
He tryna take care of his family
And supply for all them children
This ain't nothing new to him
He been stacking shit to ceiling
Murder rate sky high
He out here tryna make a killing