Punch In, Pt. 1

I like hold on, wait, I'm tryna slide We gon' let off 50 shots, where they reside Niggas pussy, really pussy, they don't ever come outside Steady dissin' on the net, they just run they mouth and hide He ain't like that, get your pipe back Got your ass beat, you ain't fight back That's the vibe, nigga, KO shit kash out gang, yeah, we don't guys, nigga Tuck your tail behind that fishbowl and you gon' die, nigga Like niggas need to get a grip On that walk down, please don't trip Hop out the car, let it rip, no Beyblade Talked all that shit behind them pillows got his face caved Brody popped out with some new clips but they ain't for face shaves Y'all really kids up in this bitch, y'all need to behave Try to run off with my pack through 3 back, now he D-Wade Now he can't feel shit Niggas goofy, movin' stupid, gettin' set up by a bitch Too smooth when I move, I keep a curry in my clip When it dump, you hear that switch Bitch, I'm ballin', we can't miss Chop a Spank him, if he ignorant Bullets sparkin', rippin' pigment Now he laid out on the pavement With his body lookin' different And that's just the vibe niggas on, like You know it's cash out till I pass out If you ain't cash out, you assed out, f*ck nigga Give a f*ck about how you built All that talk, it get you killed He poppin' pills for the pain We left him stitched up like a kilt Creep up them smoother than some silk Now he topless like a stripper If I want her, Tear through her insides, call me Jack the Ripper Hit once, no, can't miss her Big thot, no, can't kiss her She play, f*ck the sister Leave the body, bring your throat Puff the gas as she choke Break her down with every stroke She dick deprived, she do the most Pussy thrivin' while I'm gone Shit got hit with holy ghost casa migos in my system Take the bottle, f*ck a toast Run through O's just tryna float Chase the bag and then go ghost, nigga