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babytron - punchgod 3 lyrics

[intro]
no way, hozay
that’s good, that’s good
ha+ha, ayy
ayy, sh+ttyboyz

[verse]
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
b+tch pick me up just to bust like i’m darko
no aimbot, bro shoot, that’s a headshot
all day scooping dog sh+t like i’m gregg pops
been a scam star, b+tch, i’m feeling like the vet now
pop out with that 12 gauge, leave ’em sh+ll+shocked
just know if i hear it’s up, it’s forever stuck
been passed the boss fight, you still tryna level up
stan busting legs, you would’ve thought he had a pencil tucked
no french bulldog but unc’ in here selling pups
boy, that sh+t barking off the leash
it’s 2021, b+tch, the car start without a key
fake love pops out the dark when it’s r+i+p
every time i look in the mirror, it’s a star i see
hbk in 2010, b+tch, i’m d+gg+ng hoes
f+cking on his bm, his kids watching paw patrol
versace with medusa, i’ma make sure my drawls gon’ sure
these big boy [?] you can’t even talk on phone
knock on wood or we gon’ get indicted
gate with the cold, big fence, i’m just living private
finna take a trip to honolulu, finna hit the islands
locked in the booth but, no cap, man, i miss verizon
half+time? uh+uh, we balling with no intermission
since he got a big mouth, brodie finna hit him in it
the punch god rose from the dead, i know it’s been a minute
my name ringing all across the country, i’m just in the mitten
i’m in a zipped bag that the bottom of a zipper
nine hundred dollar runners, b+tch say my kicks ugly
i can feel the time slowing down, every sip muddy
we gon’ bust like a zit if someone in this b+tch bump me
louis duffel pack with like thirty+three g’s inside
motherf+cker soft, talk sh+t then see me and lie
green beam, walking out the store with three ps5s
me and dee in la, ball like [?] and [?]
got the head from that lil’ b+tch, skip 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
legends never die, b+tch, induct me to the hall of fame
dukes told me, “you gon’ lose friends but never lose yourself”
walking out the cali dispo, we blew through the shelf
tryna send him up top, f+ck if he lose some help
hitman gon’ sneak you point+blank ’cause he move with stealth
play the cards i was dealt and got a royal flush
b+tch wanna f+ck, sh+t, i used to be annoying, huh?
on the beach with a foreign thang, just enjoying lunch
sh+ttyboyz winning, it’s a hundred thousand points, we up
riding down [?] finna link up with scrumble man
how you claim you down from that weight? don’t know hustle, man
thinking cap on, i can’t let ’em get the upper hand
out here, can’t sh+t make a man like the jungle can
jack man, scooped ten 12 pros by three o’clock
morphing up like a power ranger off this three of wock’
b+tch blew me out my d+mn crocs, she can keep my socks
just ’cause i hit yo lil’ b+tch, boy, don’t think we opps
balling like a sacramento king in these purple guccis
good with the navy, i can really call up [?]
heard yo b+tch brother shot at you ’cause you burnt her coochie
fire man, bar for bar, it’s like the rebirth of tunechi
real scorer, you ain’t never put it in the basket
reader writer, told gang to put one in my casket
for the green, i bet my shooter pull up like he cashing
ex b+tch sick ’cause i pulled up with the baddest
trackhawk, h+llcat, pull off in the fastest
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 up, i been put it in my mattress
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 yo 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, took some, throw the extras in the bank
if you drawed up, guarantee i execute the play
punch stockx, now my closet like nojo kicks
on a steak bite diet, i don’t want no more shrimp
what’s the point in even having one? you don’t blow yo stick
lol in the comments if you post yo b+tch
[outro]
ha+ha, yeah
ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, sh+ttyboyz

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