Punch It

(Sup JP)

Yeah, I

Yeah, yeah

I got a Glock but I'll beat yo ass

Seen a lot of hate out the opps but ain't seen no cash

Told that lil' bitch, "Toot it up, let me see yo ass"

I might get lost in my drip, I got Nemo splash

Huh, make it splash, feel like Chris Smoove

She ain't got that super soaker on her, made that bitch move

She cannot pronounce the brand, she said I got big shoes

I got yellow and white diamonds, I can mix jewels

Ksubi jeans skinny, ain't my dick, it's a blicky

Heron Preston on, out of Saks, ain't no Dickies

If they sending shots then I'm shooting, take 'em with me

Hitting chip readers like Blake Griffin, banging giffies

Fifteen hunnid get you gone, boy, that's three giffies

If you ain't ShittyBoyz, you can't even fucking breathe with me

Three hunnid dollar plate, kinda make it hard to eat with me

Bro made a hit first day out like he Tee Grizzley

I don't like [?

I ain't even ask my mixtape, ain't even have a skip

I ain't even playing, have yo mama yelling [?

Pull up in the night, let it sing like we brought the Pips

Huh, y'all ain't even hip

When I get bored or irritated, I'ma take a trip

Huh, that ain't even this

Brought The Undertaker for the niggas think I'm throwing fists

I ain't ever really been broke, I can't reminisce

Think I came out my mama ass 'cause I been the shit

I ain't ever had a nine-to-five, I been scamming shit

Rack after rack after rack, on some tennis shit

I eat too much hibachi, my stomach hurt

If it ain't the chip reader, show you how them hunnids work

Put a BIN on his fucking head, I just punched his hearse

You got that lil' bitch pregnant but I fucked her first

Nah, for real though

Know some pistol popping dreadheads, they don't steal though

Tsk, niggas still broke

Told baby put the tip in and she still choke

Funny how if I up stick, I'll stick him up

You can tell I don't lift weights but I'll lift him up

Bust a fanny pack open, bitch said I'm rich as fuck

Waiter brought me out the wrong drink, I ain't tip him nothing

Bro turned the lil' Fiji Water into Coca-Cola

Keep two sticks, I'm a PS4 controller

Bitch foreign, look like Dora

King bed, roll her over

Get the head off that lil' bitch then I'm gonna ignore her

Yeah, it's a Air Force day

Carry-on full of za like, what the airport say?

I be at Ruth Chris, two hunnid every fourth play

He ain't got a car, seen him running to his court day

Smoking Cookie, real Cookie, you don't even know the taste

Money calling, speeding to it, I don't even hit the brakes

Dirty [?

Cut into her, hell nah, I know yo ass ain't hitting vapes

I don't Crip but the pockets stay with blues

Want some clout? We gon' put him on the news

Was a drought, now my old bitches choose

Like a Twix, all my hoes come in twos