CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Can’t Punk Me
I was just a, I was just a, uh
I was just a, look at me, uh
I was just a poor-a** n***a before I turned into a poet
Pro kids kickin' the dirt, we playin' buss 'em up, throw it
Ain't never been off of Flat Shoals, the f**k is a foreign?
All of my heroes had zeroes and customers growin'
Ain't no hoin' me boy, I ain't goin'
Pistol point,' rib showin', get the point, try disciplinin'
A n***a's disappointed, I participated, could've been avoided
But they kill a n***a, try to fill the void, feelin' fouls and a draw
It's a girl, it's a child, it's a boy in a world, tryna drown out the noise
You heard that? You like that? You feel that? You do
You serve that, make a bird bag, alert pack, the flu, huh
Get a knife and get a gun too
Hood n***as don't do Kung-Fu
'Bout to jump y'all, n***a, jumped you
Pull out the pump, can't punk you, uh
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, lil' punk b*t*h
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, lil' punk b*t*h
Okay, what's happenin' shawty?
From the land where the preachers always packin', shawty
No, I'm never lackin', shawty
Pulpit pulls that ratchet eat your heart out like it's a starvin' pitbull
Sh*t, where I'm from, everybody got a tool
KP said, "You post your wins, you gotta repeat 'em again and again"
But see, I was born for greatness, why the hell should I pretend?
Like I wasn't in the arms of Allah, bear-huggin'
I fear no man nor brandished steel, here's your fair warning
The audacity to think that I surpa**ed them from Atlanta streets
You must be crazy, nah, let's be clear, I'm clairvoyant
I never left from Zone-4, b*t*h, f**k is a foreign?
But I knew I'd drag my nuts across the world 'fore I was tourin'
Europeans rainin' kisses out in Paris, it was pourin'
N***a, I was just in Georgia where the gunshots was stormin'
Blacka, blacka, blacka, tell the story
To be or not to be dead in the morning
If you knew the cage that I was raised in (B*t*h)
Sh*t, my n***a, then (Ho)
You should lead the path I'm out here blazin' (Can't punk me, b*t*h)
Guess he thought we jumpin', run 'cause he was pistol wavin' (B*t*h)
Motherf**ker, f**k the devil (Ho)
Boy, I'm from the A, man (B*t*h, punk, lil' punk, b*t*h)
Sweep, sweep, mop, mop
Wow, great as Dot, been frequenting the gunshot like a movie montage
Sip this Teremana, feelin' like Dwayne the Rock
The way I rock be I-Y-K-Y-K, okay, I kick before I knock
This sh*t is real, real, kill or be killed, no model citizen (No)
Since Ben Stiller with the blue steel, stray from bein' healed (Woo)
I been stealin' for the pure thrill
Runnin' up in buildings like the Grinch in Whoville (Hahaha)
What's life without adrenaline?
Put you on a shirt, now you're purge merch, yur (You, you, you)
Death is free, though some deserve worse, huh
You get me? (Get me)
You got me (You got me), I don't waste time with nickel and dimein'
That n***a mean, you mean by proxy
I don't really f**k with these n***as like Gandhi (What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, n***a? Try me, lot of this sh*t just luck and timing (What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, n***a? Try me, broad day brawl and the blood look shiny (What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, n***a? I can always sniff out a f**k n***a
Underdog, I'ma upset the front runner
Bark big, but a bite is a bit bigger
Okay, pull out the pump, can't punk me
Crocodile Dundee, Doco-dile Dundee
Knockin' out front teeth
N***as is way too sensitive, touchy, n***as is aunties (Ah)
Must be havin' they monthly, hate it all you want, only hell can judge me
I just be puttin' sh*t bluntly
Life too hard to go out humbly
Uh, pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, lil' punk b*t*h
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, lil' punk b*t*h
Yo, JID, this Meezy, bruh
Hit me when you get this message, my n***a
My a** in the mountain ridin' round
Thinkin' when yo' Stevenson Road a** gon' drop that sh*t, n***a
You playin', what the f**k?
I was just a, look at me, uh
I was just a poor-a** n***a before I turned into a poet
Pro kids kickin' the dirt, we playin' buss 'em up, throw it
Ain't never been off of Flat Shoals, the f**k is a foreign?
All of my heroes had zeroes and customers growin'
Ain't no hoin' me boy, I ain't goin'
Pistol point,' rib showin', get the point, try disciplinin'
A n***a's disappointed, I participated, could've been avoided
But they kill a n***a, try to fill the void, feelin' fouls and a draw
It's a girl, it's a child, it's a boy in a world, tryna drown out the noise
You heard that? You like that? You feel that? You do
You serve that, make a bird bag, alert pack, the flu, huh
Get a knife and get a gun too
Hood n***as don't do Kung-Fu
'Bout to jump y'all, n***a, jumped you
Pull out the pump, can't punk you, uh
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, lil' punk b*t*h
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, lil' punk b*t*h
Okay, what's happenin' shawty?
From the land where the preachers always packin', shawty
No, I'm never lackin', shawty
Pulpit pulls that ratchet eat your heart out like it's a starvin' pitbull
Sh*t, where I'm from, everybody got a tool
KP said, "You post your wins, you gotta repeat 'em again and again"
But see, I was born for greatness, why the hell should I pretend?
Like I wasn't in the arms of Allah, bear-huggin'
I fear no man nor brandished steel, here's your fair warning
The audacity to think that I surpa**ed them from Atlanta streets
You must be crazy, nah, let's be clear, I'm clairvoyant
I never left from Zone-4, b*t*h, f**k is a foreign?
But I knew I'd drag my nuts across the world 'fore I was tourin'
Europeans rainin' kisses out in Paris, it was pourin'
N***a, I was just in Georgia where the gunshots was stormin'
Blacka, blacka, blacka, tell the story
To be or not to be dead in the morning
If you knew the cage that I was raised in (B*t*h)
Sh*t, my n***a, then (Ho)
You should lead the path I'm out here blazin' (Can't punk me, b*t*h)
Guess he thought we jumpin', run 'cause he was pistol wavin' (B*t*h)
Motherf**ker, f**k the devil (Ho)
Boy, I'm from the A, man (B*t*h, punk, lil' punk, b*t*h)
Sweep, sweep, mop, mop
Wow, great as Dot, been frequenting the gunshot like a movie montage
Sip this Teremana, feelin' like Dwayne the Rock
The way I rock be I-Y-K-Y-K, okay, I kick before I knock
This sh*t is real, real, kill or be killed, no model citizen (No)
Since Ben Stiller with the blue steel, stray from bein' healed (Woo)
I been stealin' for the pure thrill
Runnin' up in buildings like the Grinch in Whoville (Hahaha)
What's life without adrenaline?
Put you on a shirt, now you're purge merch, yur (You, you, you)
Death is free, though some deserve worse, huh
You get me? (Get me)
You got me (You got me), I don't waste time with nickel and dimein'
That n***a mean, you mean by proxy
I don't really f**k with these n***as like Gandhi (What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, n***a? Try me, lot of this sh*t just luck and timing (What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, n***a? Try me, broad day brawl and the blood look shiny (What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, n***a? I can always sniff out a f**k n***a
Underdog, I'ma upset the front runner
Bark big, but a bite is a bit bigger
Okay, pull out the pump, can't punk me
Crocodile Dundee, Doco-dile Dundee
Knockin' out front teeth
N***as is way too sensitive, touchy, n***as is aunties (Ah)
Must be havin' they monthly, hate it all you want, only hell can judge me
I just be puttin' sh*t bluntly
Life too hard to go out humbly
Uh, pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, lil' punk b*t*h
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b*t*h
Pull out the pump, lil' punk b*t*h
Yo, JID, this Meezy, bruh
Hit me when you get this message, my n***a
My a** in the mountain ridin' round
Thinkin' when yo' Stevenson Road a** gon' drop that sh*t, n***a
You playin', what the f**k?
