Punch Me In (Freestyle) Lyrics

Aye

Grime, Grime, Grime

Yeah

This joint right here slamming

Bet

Punch me in

Grime

This shit that I'm smoking, it's looking like colors

I take white runtz, and I mix it with bubble

Locked-in with my mans, I don't need no more brothers

Short bad mixed bitch, mane you know I'm going to cut her

Skin nigga, pockets fat Rubin Studdard

Tell these lil niggas, catch up like some mustard

Talking to gangster, boy you know you in trouble

I'll come step on you, than say a prayer for your momma

Don't tell me shit, if you ain't bringing the facts

Get you zipped, for a couple of racks

I'm a street nigga, give a fuck about a plaque

Come around joking, like Chris Rock' get smacked

My niggas stepping, like we in the band

Get a fuck nigga sprayed, like a tan

Not only just you, talking you and your mans

If your family want it, I'll zip the whole fam

ARO' with it, bitch you know that I'm thug-in

Certified, so you know that I'm clutching

Fuck what you saying, just long as you don't touch me

Go with your move, boy this shit gone get ugly

Don't call my phone, if you not trying to shop

Don't call me period, if you fucking with opps

Just drop the pin, and we spinning the block

I ain't upping for nothing, bet yo ass get shot

I'm a real nigga, anything I say' I can bag it up

Made nigga never stand down, bitch on my side it's forever up

They be grave-diggers on the internet, but in real life the my be scared of us

Jugging around the city like a mata bus

Why you got a gun? If you ain't shot at nothing? Hoe ass nigga