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Punching Power
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(F killed it) Yeah We got another one I don't know what I got stashed, it's somewhere near a hundred thousand Yeah, it's summer, but we grabbin' K's and making haunted houses What you want for the pu**y? I got a couple hundred dollars Hit the work and knocked a fiend down, I got some punching power Wish the plug took Visa, n***a, I be punching powder 'Bout to cook a brick of nines, it's gon' take a couple hours The way I cut the white girl, might mistake me for Michael Myers Baggin' fetty without gloves, I gotta take a f**king shower I mixed thе dope in ten minutes, but hе paid me for an hour I can get a n***a whacked while I'm playing with my toddler Did that sh*t for nothin', sometimes I be playing with the power You got a deuce of Act', let me trade you for a thousand dollars Just a young Mack n***a in that one bag Please don't ask me how to scam, this ain't a punch class Love my lil' project b*t*h, smart mouth with a dumb ass RPs to get high, b*t*h, I'm young, I don't bust fast Took a field trip on the bus, orange slices in my lunch bag Got shook down, I ain't trip, I just tucked 'em in my nuts fast She tryna throw the pu**y on me, 'cause I rap or 'cause I punch bags? Turnaround, we don't trip on the money 'cause it come fast What the f**k goin' on? n***a, let me know She suckin' d**k, but I already bust, b*t*h, let me go I bust a nut, she put it to the side for some edge control Go anywhere out Genesee County and I'm takin' pole This free money got n***as stuntin', but it won't last long Two years of rappin', I ain't never made a bad song Mad as hell, I just called my pastor off the trap phone Humble dude, but I'll send some shots if you act wrong Pocket full of pills, on my way to make some dog sh*t I can't even sell a twenty, unky came all brick Told you once before, my team on top of the ball list I'm comin' out the house with three guns like I'm Paul Chris Blowin' cavities, wonder why these pu**y n***as mad at me A six of Act', two Percs, and one Black, I lost my gravity Me and RMC Mike f**ked the rap game up drastically 'Bows of glue for twenty-two out the basement, this ain't no Cali weed You see the groves on the front, this a G5 Okay, this how it went, he bought a gun, shot at me, then died D Money say he got some straight drop and his BINs fire I need an Oxycontin 30 right now, I ain't a 10 buyer Fifty-eight racks for a watch, yeah, I went to Emmitt Emerald cuts all in the clock, man, you n***as finished Then I went and bought my mom a drop, she was complimented Auntie still huntin' for them boxes, said she know we winnin' Auntie used to f**k around with rocks, now she know the limit Yeah, ex-b*t*h all on my jock, tell that ho forget it We don't give a f**k about no wop, 'cause you know we richer Eighty thousand, spent that on a crop, that's a great percentage Told Ri, "Let me see the pint, I'm finna drop a six" Jizzle need a twelve-car garage, he keep droppin' whips Bust a right, then bust another left, I'm finna drop the clip n***as tryna drop all these scams, I finna cop a Bent' Twenty ball on ice when I come charm I can never shoot the Drac' slow, I like to bump fire Plugged the f**k in, n***a, I can get a bum hired Bust the Glock, he tried to get away, I shot the front tires
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