Punch in Every bar Lyrics

I'm the type of nigga that's gon' punch in every bar

Pushin buttons let me start

Tell that bitch to play her part uh

Hit up Z tell 'em how we gonna do this

GBG sum killers tell 'em hitters that we ruthless

I could float a Honda through the city 'nd crash a 'rari nigga

Feel no guilt right after 'cause I'm sorry don't say sorry nigga

Tony Parker on the court...I ain't ever been Jabari nigga

Ghost the bitch I sold her hopes and dreams and done went raw dog in her

GK on my pants and the sweater 'cause I'm self-made

Throw money at the mirror to remind 'em that I'm self-paid

Bitch I'm paid in full let me show you that the wealth pays

Hundo down her bra so she know she touchin' ahhhh

Osama Bin Laden caught a drill and caused some terror

Eatin pasta primavera

Man I couldn't get no clearer uh

Hear me clearly I'm the one they gotta to beat

Imma show 'em how to slide if they think The East is sweet uh

Yop...there ain't shit that you could say to me

Say she wanna talk tell that bitch that she could pay the fee

Dry up on the beat "No Vaseline" I O'Shea the beat

We ain't makin' up I ain't coppin' you no Mabeline

Niggas in The East cop a gun and think they got the juice

Please don't up the sitchy 'cause I got a couple screws loose

Cookin up cous cous

Little League Big Chew

We was out here rappin' before rappin' even been cool

I was out here rappin' on the block no instrumental

Without a pen and pad info goin' out the mental

If she wanna fuck then she better give me dental

Her family a 10 I want Kylie I want Kendal

I want Kim I want Khloe

She want Dizz the one and only

Tell the bitch to come and blow me

And right after sell her dotey uh

Me and Z we the black Zack and Cody

Say she all in and I said she gotta show me uh

Hold up I'm goin' back in

Yop

Yop

Punch in every bar Imma have to go hit Rocky up

Stayin' out the mix 'cause they really tryna lock me up

On my own wave don't give a fuck about who popular

Got a lil clout hoes suck my dick sloppier

Fresh up off of stage and the sluts been tryna rizz me up

But I don't even need a bitch to go and come to pick me up

If yo song ass I'm chargin' feats an extra sixty plus

Hit my queen with lightning like a nigga won the Piston Cup

Heat check gotta hustle and flex

How you a god fearin' man with a god complex

Like...only chase O's I ain't chasin' an ex

My nigga get the right dots and the lines'll connect uh

Belt to ass season tell the people I ain't lettin' up

Stompin with my Timbs tell that boy that he ain't gettin' up

Get the right play hit up Don and he gon' set it up

No one in my way I would kill you if you mess it up

Gettin' in my way then my nigga that's a man down

Austin just confirmed that yo boy had been stand out

Walk around the east everybody got they hands out

I guess that's how it be when they know that you the man now