CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Punchin
Punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I’m on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin’ in
Bunch of bands, just a bunch of niggas
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
Bunch of bands, yea
Everybody having babies, starting families and such
All I could think about is rapping, fraud, scamming, and punching
Am I immature, when I avoid, responsibilities?
A world tour, baby on board, so if you feeling me
What would you do, if it was you? If it was me?
I'd swipe a credit card at Nina’s through the machine
Relationships was a delicate thing, I had to sell her a dream
I sell a feather to a pelican wing
I had to stay awake, karma’s real, don't corrupt the innocence
You’ll be in the pen, sitting wondering where the minutes went
Mad I'm on the phone with Verizon finna get a [ten?]
Say they need ID, I make a fake one and send it in
Punch… punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin’ in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
Bunch of bands, just a bunch of niggas
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
Bunch of bands, yea
I get a rush, from elephant tusks on the piano
It's illegal but, we got a check, up on the mantle
That'll take care of all of the charges if they charge us
Charge the credit card up, doing fraud at Starbucks
But after that, I reinvested in a startup
Pardon me, I got enough cars to start a car club
But that don't mean shit when my heart scarred from hard luck
My ex had me feeling low class like I was [?]
Now it's famous bitches in my DM's, you would be starstruck
Her fingers pulling down on my zipper like a guitar strum
Yea but she ain't tryna play no outro
Let me drops these checks in ‘til your bank account close girl
Punch… punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
Bunch of bands, just a bunch of niggas
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
Bunch of bands, yea
I’m on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin’ in
Bunch of bands, just a bunch of niggas
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
Bunch of bands, yea
Everybody having babies, starting families and such
All I could think about is rapping, fraud, scamming, and punching
Am I immature, when I avoid, responsibilities?
A world tour, baby on board, so if you feeling me
What would you do, if it was you? If it was me?
I'd swipe a credit card at Nina’s through the machine
Relationships was a delicate thing, I had to sell her a dream
I sell a feather to a pelican wing
I had to stay awake, karma’s real, don't corrupt the innocence
You’ll be in the pen, sitting wondering where the minutes went
Mad I'm on the phone with Verizon finna get a [ten?]
Say they need ID, I make a fake one and send it in
Punch… punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin’ in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
Bunch of bands, just a bunch of niggas
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
Bunch of bands, yea
I get a rush, from elephant tusks on the piano
It's illegal but, we got a check, up on the mantle
That'll take care of all of the charges if they charge us
Charge the credit card up, doing fraud at Starbucks
But after that, I reinvested in a startup
Pardon me, I got enough cars to start a car club
But that don't mean shit when my heart scarred from hard luck
My ex had me feeling low class like I was [?]
Now it's famous bitches in my DM's, you would be starstruck
Her fingers pulling down on my zipper like a guitar strum
Yea but she ain't tryna play no outro
Let me drops these checks in ‘til your bank account close girl
Punch… punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
Bunch of bands, just a bunch of niggas
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
I'm on the machine punch, punch, punch, punchin' in
Bunch of bands, yea
