Sir Punch-A-Lot
Zaydakid
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You can't stab me, bitch, I got an iron back Her nigga hit her line while I was fuckin' I made her call him back Don't talk no money to the hoes, man, you just sold the bag Try to run, look like you out of time, and now you feel like Dak Damn, where the beat at, I did not lose it That bitch told me that she had caught feelings, I almost shot Cupid She gave me that dumb brain, yeah, she kinda stupid Credit card, it got a heavy punch, it's a hadouken Fourth down and kick it with your bitch, but I won't punt it Damn, that nigga murdered, it's a mystery or whodunit Think you in the lead, I'm like Chris Brown, because I run it That nigga barely even got a hit, like he just bunted Damn, bitch, you can't f*ck with me Wrist on ice like I play hockey, go and get a puck from me Bitch a gold digger, but no, she can't get a buck from me This the money team, I feel like Floyd, you ain't outpunchin' me Damn, hell no, the punch is too credible Write my name in bold every time because I'm too legible Potato on the muzzle just to turn him into a vegetable Left the bitch, but it was right on time, that's a tight schedule If I get locked, I'ma beat the charge, I feel like O.J Her nigga got punched, he got KO'd, but it's okay I'm the type to wrap a nigga up just like Chipotle Draco got a switch in this bitch, it's going both ways Like Chick-fil-A, I'm gettin' chicken now Thought he was a stand-up nigga, I left him sittin' down Half my shit be freestyled out, it don't be written down I got old hoes hittin' me up because they missin' out Yeah, ballin' on niggas, I feel like Pippen now I look like a dragon with the fire, I start spittin' out Hit her once, I might f*ck her again, I'm double-dippin' now Nigga couldn't take the heat, he got up out the kitchen now Thought he was a dog, but he a puppy, he on some tough shit I think the Glock should be a porn star because it bust quick I get all the hoes, I'm in my bag, I look like Saint Nick Wembanyama to yo' bitch, you know that I'm the top pick Life is not a game, I'm gettin' coins just like I'm Mario I be at the crib, cause I don't really f*ck with parties though F*ck you and yo' plastic, you just tryna be a Barbie hoe Told her to stop runnin' from it, bitch wanted some cardio Damn, I'm runnin' shit until my legs break Punch him in the dreads, then fucked around and made his head shake A pop was at the beach, I turn the water to a red lake I think this bitch keep tryna set me up, she want a fed case Now I gotta kick her out the crib, she tryna indict me If you talkin' chicken, hit my phone, but don't make it spicy Thought I'm signed to 1700 because I'm so icy My girl said that I'm on the road too much and now she tryna fight me Damn, I think that lil' bitch is too toxic And she tried to leak my EP early, shit, I just dropped it Sir punch a lot, plus I'm slammin' shit like Obi Toppin The cashier almost got knocked out, man they like, who boxin'
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