PunchGod 3

(No way, Hozay)

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Ayy, ShittyBoyz

It's a cold world, I'm just happy that my heart froze

Dawg think he drug deal 'cause he watching Narcos

If he come around, bro scan him like a barcode (Yeah)

Bitch picked me up just to bust like I'm Darko

No aimbot, bro shoot, that's a headshot

All day scooping dog shit like I'm Craig's pops

Been the scam star, bitch, I'm feeling like the vet now (Scam star)

Pop out with that twelve gauge, leave 'em shell-shocked

Just know if I hear it's up, it's forever stuck (Phew)

Been passed the boss fight, you still trying to level up

Stan busting lead, you would've thought he had a pencil tucked

No French Bulldog, but unky here selling pups

Boy, that shit barking off the leash

It's 2021, bitch, the car start without a key

Fake love pops out the dark when it's R-I-P (I swear)

Every time I look in the mirror, it's a star I see (A star)

HBK in 2010, bitch, I'm dogging hoes

Fucking on his BM, his kids watching Paw Patrol (Hahaha)

Versace with Medusa, I'ma make sure my drawers gon' show

These big boy plays, the type you can't even talk on phones

Knock on wood or we gon' get indicted

Gate with the code, big fence, I'm just living private (Burbs)

Finna take a trip to Honolulu, finna hit the islands (Islands)

Locked in the booth, but no cap, man, I miss Verizon

Half-time? Uh-uh, we balling with no intermission (I swear)

Since he got a big mouth, brodie finna hit him in it (I swear)

The Punch God rose from the dead, I know it's been a minute (I swear)

My name ringing all across the country, not just in the Mitten

I'm in a zipped bag at the bottom of a zipped duffy

Nine hundred dollar runners, bitch said my kicks ugly (Balencis)

I can feel the time slowing down, every sip muddy (Phew, phew)

We gon' bust like a zit if someone in this bitch bug me

Louis duffel pack with like thirty-three G's inside (Yeah)

Motherfuckers soft, talk shit then see me and lie

Green beam, walking out the store with three PS5s

Me and Dee in LA, ball like PG and Kawhi (What up, gang?)

Got the head from that lil' bitch, skipped the talking stage

Then I kicked her out the crib and made her take the walk of shame

Boy, check the stats, we don't nowhere near ball the same (Go on)

Legends never die, bitch, induct me to the Hall of Fame (Yeah)

Dukes told me, "You gon' lose friends, but never lose yourself"

Walking out the Cali dispo', we blew through the shelf (Phew)

Trying to send him up top, fuck if he lose some help (Brraow)

Hitman gon' sneak you point-blank 'cause he move with stealth

Played the cards I was dealt and got a royal flush

Bitch wanna fuck, shit, I used to be annoying, huh? (Huh?)

On the beach with a foreign thing, just enjoying lunch (Shit)

ShittyBoyz winning, it's a hundred thousand points, we up (ShittyBoyz)

Riding down Plymouth, finna link up with ScrumbleMan

How you claim you down from that way? Don't know hustle, man (How?)

Think he cap on, I can't let him get the upper hand

Out here, can't shit make a man like the jungle can (Phew)

Jack man, scooped ten 12 Pros by three o'clock (Jack man)

Morphing up like a Power Ranger off this three of Wock' (Phew)

Bitch blew me out my damn Crocs, she can keep my socks (Damn)

Just 'cause I hit your lil' bitch, boy, don't think we opps (We not)

Balling like a Sacramento King in these purple Guccis (Guccis)

Good with the Navy, I could really call up Sterl or Rucci

Heard your bitch brother shot at you 'cause you burnt her coochie

Fireman, bar for bar, it's like the rebirth of Tunechi

Real scorer, you ain't never put it in the basket (Real scorer)

Reader writer, told gang to put one in my casket (Yeah)

For the green, I bet my shooter pull up like he cashing

Ex bitch sick 'cause I pulled up with the baddest (Yeah)

Trackhawk, Hellcat, pull off in the fastest (Skrrt, skrrt)

What's the price? Oh, I'm pulling off if you taxing

You tricking on these hoes? Boy, you should've did a backflip

That dub that you upped, I've been put it in my mattress (Been did it)

Middle of the summer, but I still brought some sleeves with me

It's eighty out, I'm finna drop the top and let the breeze hit me

Having withdrawals, when I go to sleep, I dream giffies

If you ain't got no hustle in your blood, you can't be with me

Around when it's sunny, but they wasn't stepping through the rain

The run ain't forever, so I'm heavy pressing in my lane

Touch pape', tuck some, throw the extras in the bank

If you drawed up, guarantee I'll execute the play (I'll execute)

Punched StockX, now my closet like NoJo Kicks (StockX)

On a steak bite diet, I don't want no more shrimp (Steak bite)

What's the point in even having one? You don't blow your stick

LOL in the comments if you post your bitch (LOL)

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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz