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Stunna 4 Vegas

Punch Me In, Pt. 3

 

Punch Me In, Pt. 3


Uh (Uh), it's 4X (Hah)
It's 4X, 4X
Big Stunna, nigga
Fuck you talking 'bout
Half-ass smack a nigga on GP (Ooh, ratchet sound like this one)
I got 20 on my beat

Who I got on my beat? 20
Police just took four of my rods, fuck it, we got plenty
Uh, I'm trying to fuck on yo' lil' thot and she trying to suck my jimmy
Uh, I see that bag, give me
Uh, make my momma proud, penny
Uh, I'm smoking on gas, this shit louder than a Hemi
I tell a bitch get it up
Plug dropping off and I pick it up
Popping off of them licks and we stick 'em up
Uh, lil' nigga, give it up
These niggas wanna get rid of us
We smashing eight bitches, they sick of us
Uh huh, uh, uh, I'm fucking that ho 'til I'm tired
She hold the Glock, we Bonnie and Clyde
Bitch nigga, you ain't even kill a fly
Nigga be like, "Fuck Stunna"
Oh, that's how you feeling, gangster?
You really a killer, ain't you?
Y'all bang on the net, but we really banging
Uh, y'all heard about Fast and Jojo, they really spanking niggas out
If I tell 'em "Whoop 'em," give 'em some clout
They think it was game, but caught us a mouse
I'm twenty floors up with your bitch
She ate the dick, ow
Finna get my dupes a big house
I used to sleep on Vick's couch
Uh, young nigga bossed up like Rick Ross
Play a nigga out like pish-posh
I ain't doing no woofing, that stick talk
He in my DM asking for a verse, nope, he pissed off
I hit his bitch when he cocked in and I'm gone soon as he get off
I'm punching in, I ain't punching on clocks, bitch
And I ain't signing no deal if I can't be on this hot shit
Grew up like "Slow down before you blow that bag and you ain't got shit"
I go broke, I'ma rob shit
Run down on them rods with that raw shit
Uh, uh, uh, she like "That lil' nigga so hard, bitch"
I'm talking raw shit
Big Stunna on boss shit
I get you gone, nigga
Yo' life don't cost shit
My lil' nigga don't even wanna go to the shows, he wanna off shit
I'ma stand on whatever I say "Ten toes," that's why I talk shit
He dissing in raps, that nigga on some hip-hop shit

But we don't do the lip box shit
Nope, we just fill up on box shit

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?