Punch God 2

(album: Bin Reaper - 2019)

Woke up thinking like I need pape (Ayy, bitch)
I wouldn't save a bitch in a Vlone cape
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz (Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)

Woke up thinking like I need more pape
I wouldn't save a bitch in a Vlone cape
At Jay Ale's pissed, ain't no T-bone steak
Thinking that you wet in that pre-owned BAPE?
I dropped Will twelve times on the shoes
So when I'm in the casket, make sure I'm in the Loubs
Cheat code activated, ain't no way to lose
I'm running up a check like I got some weight to lose
I told the bitch she got my heart but I don't got one (Ha-ha)
Pretty bitch let me hit before I dropped one
Up on the opps, I'ma score and let the clock run
Chop like a Newport, if it smoke, I'ma pop lungs
Fuck the past, it don't matter what it was (It don't)
I been big up, I wanna jugg just because
Light-years ahead of y'all, feeling like I'm Buzz
We met one time, you got the nerve to call me "cause"?
That shit crazy, spinning hoes like the Hokey Pokey (Spinner)
Every time I drop a song, I see them goat emojis
Acting tough so when you see me out, you 'posed to show me
Stop flashing sticks, shoot that bitch since you 'posed to blow me
But you ain't, you a bitch and you know it
Actions speak louder than words so I'ma show it
She looked me in my eyes and said, "BabyTron, you goated"
Almost nutted in her mouth, bitch took me out my focus (What the fuck)
She said, "It don't look like you swipe", that's the whole point (Bitch)
You worried 'bout a Scat, bitch, I'm coming Rolls Royce
Jumped in my bag like I ain't have no choice
Runtz beating ass, boy, I ain't got no time to smoke joints
Your hoes through, huh, I'm talking finished
They said I look like Drake Bell, bitch, I'm still tripping (I am)
They praying that I lose, look, bitch, I'm still winning (I am)
Count my blessings everyday but I'm still sinning
Light skin bitch from the Ville and her head great
I'm talking A plus, bitch made my legs shake
I'm a hundred like a twenty plus ten eights
BAPE wet as hell, I remember rocking Red Ape
Every bitch that doubted me gon' regret it
Looked at the sky and told God that's where I'm headed
If I get online and grab a punch, it's a Debit
If I send that bitch in the store, it's some credit (Slide)
Nike tech, could give a fuck about a fit
Jack after jack, could give a fuck about a brick
Ten bands on me, give a fuck about some drip
Jammed and I slide, could give a fuck about some pit
Had her tapping out like I know jiu-jitsu
You can't hit this 'Wood, boy, it's gon' hit you
If I was broke like y'all, I'd be pissed too
Feel like Vin Diesel, hit the block then I drift through
I gave a bitch my heart then she threw it in the dirt
If it ain't the truth, I won't put it in a verse
Feel like Undertaker, I'll throw 'em in a hearse
Left the bitch sick, I need to throw her to a nurse
I ain't playing checkers, I was taught to play chess (I was)
Ain't nobody in this bitch looking like a threat
Lead in this Glock, I'ma put 'em to the test
Heart on my t-shirt, wish I could put it in my chest
I'm on yo ass, that's for everyone ahead of me
Wouldn't care if you was DTE, fuck yo energy
Swear you hard bodied, got female tendencies
Fendi belt looking like the grade I got in Chemistry (F's)
Fuck Call Of Duty, brodie on a kill streak
Want to be my wife but she just a lil' freak
Got his first pair of Yeezy's, now doggy feel sweet
ShittyBoyz what? I swear to God y'all kill me
I'd still stand out if I was laying down (Stand out)
Super sense, I can smell when it's a play around
First time I loaded up, I was playing 'round
Feel like Clyde Drexler with the slides, bitch, I'm blazing now
28 waist, the Glock can't fit 'cause they skinny
Bro shoot like Curry, walk away, do the shimmy
Talking 'bout cuffing? LOL, bitch, you silly
It's Tron now, bitch, cut it out with the Jimmy