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gigs510 – punchlinez lyrics

mouth piece, check. big d-ck, check
“player car”, check. okay, now wait a sec
okay, i’m about to flow. 5 4 3 2 1, here we go

“death to wack rapping”, that should be my nickname
soccer ball swag, b-tch, yeah that’s right, i kick game
you the type that wanna be the n-gga that your chick claim
and i’m the type your chick wanna claim from the d-ck game
fake rappers too bruh, they all wanna ride d-ck
but i can see they’re full of jealousy, like a side chick
my flow is a k!ller on the loose, run and hide quick
anybody who’s tried to get in the way of it has died quick
i mack on a ho, no “make up”, yeah. real n-gga no make-up
working harder than emotions on a heart during a break up
cause i wanna do it big until there’s no more room to take up
the way i play the game you think i’m makin’ up the rules
so hot in winter time i swim in outdoor pools
i don’t know about, all of these other fools, but the game
needs a fix and i’m feelin’ like the tools
i’m to the point where, i don’t give a f-ck about the bs
i’m too focused on being g-i-g-s
understand that, yeah, treat it like the sun
if this rap sh-t doesn’t pick up then i’m pickin’ up a gun
i ain’t playin’ with you n-ggas like “f-ck having fun”
there’s no shortcuts when you’re in it for the long run
i’m strugglin’ and stressin’ steady wishin’ for a blessin’
it’s bigger to me than money, and the hoes undressin’
puttin’ it on your mind like a hindu does a red dot
i been warmin’ up for this sh-t, now i’m red-hot
most of these rappers suck, like most of the girls i f-ck
while i’m goin’ in for the k!ll, like a bullet in a headshot
spit heat like i tried to swallow water after i boiled it
on my own sh-t like i’m sittin’ on my toilet
if you don’t like it, if you got a issue
you can go on ahead and get treated like toilet tissue
diss you, dismiss you, and never ever miss you
you n-ggas only hard any time your b-tch kiss you
mad cause i’m the same one that b-tch blow a kiss to
but why take it out on me, when it’s you
everywhere there’s a bad b-tch, there’s a hater behind her
a lot of n-ggas keep givin’ me that reminder
you can keep your b-tch tied up, i can unwind her
why you think she playin’ my songs when you bump and grind her?
new school n-gga spittin’ old school game
f-ckin’ the same hoes these idiots wish to claim
they wanna be the first letter in my name
but i leave ’em out the picture like a mother f-ckin’ frame
when i’m asked who i am, i tell ’em “i’m that n-gga”
cause all through the streets i’m gettin’ pull, i’m a trigger
all i wanna see, is my pockets get bigger
f-ck with my money, and i will rock a fella like jigga
gettin’ money out of p-ssy, and my mouth got a price
hoes tell me i’m hot, but my heart is made of ice
if the b-tch got cake, i make her cut me off a slice
i make it hard for her to get me out her head, lice
b-tch i’m finna run a game, sorta like i’m chasin’ it
my mouth piece is priceless, trickin’ ain’t replacin’ it
i’m the truth and a lot of n-ggas are havin’ trouble facin’ it
cause swag is a test
and i’m yellin’ “f ’em” while i’m acein’ it
get it poppin’ like p-ssy on a stripper for a dollar
i can pull b-tches i ain’t even gotta hollar
if you ask me who is hotter, i’ll be quick to tell you “nada”
if you say you are i’m laughing at you, “ha ha ha ha ha ha”

- gigs510 lyrics

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