PUNCH ft. Moeskrilla Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Aye
Chop punch him, Ion fight no more
I punch in, Ion write no more
Seen punch-ins, I ain't like Polo
Lean punch, mix my sprite woah woah
I wear it
Ion drank ice no more
Ain't scary
But I just might go ghost
He burried
Nigga just like a bone
New Jerry
Curl clip right on my pole
Young bulls with me I'm Cartwrite
I'm getting money I'm alright
Look at my wrist it was all ice
She let me get in it all night
Bad bitches they trynna call na
Remember when they wouldn't call me back
We gone pop up at ya dog house
We send him back in a doggie bag
AR chop this a big bitch, aye
High off the cart like a Pinterest wishlist
DBE standing on business, aye
Trynna pull the Rolls up like a big bitch, fitness
Trynna make records like Guinness, aye
Rapping young nigga like it's Christmas, gifted
Still 'a pull up wit a rod I'm fishing
And it get hot it's a fish stick, aye
My Niggas hoop but they shoot when we travel yea
Don't need a boo, hit ya boo, you can have her back
Stick in the booth in case you wanna battle rap
I spit the truth of the fact nigga, matter fact
They think they cool, they get hit wit that fire
Niggas fold soon as you mention that iron
Cash on his head I put him in designer
Wore it to school ain't even have a iron
Spray it with water, put it in the dryer
Knock out the wrinkles
My niggas slide and they knock off ya people
Feel like Mike Tyson, I knock out ya feature
Punched in…
Racks in the safe, don't touch them
Diamond my face, I crushed them
Stick in my car where the clutch at
Feeling like Dame I clutch them
Chop punch him, Ion fight no more
I punch in, Ion write no more
Seen punch-ins, I ain't like Polo
Lean punch, mix my sprite woah woah
I wear it
Ion drank ice no more
Ain't scary
But I just might go ghost
He burried
Nigga just like a bone
New Jerry
Curl clip right on my pole
Young bulls wit me I'm Cartwrite
I'm gettin money I'm alright
Look at my wrist it was all ice
She let me get in it all night
Bad bitches they trynna call na
Remember when they wouldn't call me back
We gone pop up at ya dog house
We send him back in a doggie bag
Some of these niggas done changed up
Now these niggas my enemies
Now that I got my name up
Now these bitches befriended me
Never had my chain tucked
None of these niggas gettin' next to me
Balling till the sun up
None of these niggas catching me
Momma there's a storm coming
I just had to get it I was starving
Now i'm rocking Christian I was born again
Had to use my mind cause i'm punching in
Bitch i'm punching in
Glock 19 i'm tucking it
Count up these Benjies i'm thumbing it
The Rarri, the Lamb, and the Cullinan
Comin in
Hit her til she come again
Punching in
Switch it up I'm running it
Running Man
Choppa make him run and shit
Hunnid bands
Swear one day I'm touching it
And I still be punching in
Aye
Chop punch him, Ion fight no more
I punch in, Ion write no more
Seen punch-ins, I ain't like Polo
Lean punch, mix my sprite woah woah
I wear it
Ion drank ice no more
Ain't scary
But I just might go ghost
He burried
Nigga just like a bone
New Jerry
Curl clip right on my pole
Young bulls with me I'm Cartwrite
I'm getting money I'm alright
Look at my wrist it was all ice
She let me get in it all night
Bad bitches they trynna call na
Remember when they wouldn't call me back
We gone pop up at ya dog house
We send him back in a doggie bag