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woodboy gee - punch in flow lyrics

[intro]
woodboy gee, man
we gon’ do it like this, you know what i’m sayin’?
i put the pad and the pen down for this one, you understand me?
yeah
uh

[verse]
n+gga sellin’ weed out these packs, but they flaw (uh)
them crackers pick me up, i won’t tell what i saw (yeah)
i’m f+ckin’ up my spleen, i can feel it when i cough (ah)
you ain’t a real boss if you never took a loss (d+mn)
i be steppin’ on the beat (i’m steppin’)
she whisper, she say she in heaven on my meat (in heaven)
these size eight, these ain’t no size seven on my feet
i be preachin’, boy, i feel like i’m a reverend in these streets (facts)
sold him five plates like i’m kevin for the b’s (like i’m kevin for the b’s)
trap in five states, got me blowin’ out my knees (got me blowin’ out my knees)
runnin’ to the cake got me throwin’ out the cheese
she gon’ pull up, give me face, if she don’t, she gotta leave (yeah)
clutchin’ srt like i be clutchin’ on her weave (i’m clutchin’)
all this money why they wanna print me on a tee (facts)
i ain’t throwin’ b’s, but i’m ridin’ ’round with them p’s
charged him twenty+two, i should’ve hit that boy for twenty+three (haha)
pull up by the stadium (uh), my wrist like a gymnasium (yeah)
lil’ bruh stupid, they gon’ try to shoot you in your cranium (frrt, yeah)
in san diego pickin’ out them flavors like lil damian (san diego)
that b+tch think i’m a dog, but i ain’t no pomeranian (rrr)
i’m smokin’ on the load, b+tch, don’t ask me what i paid for it (gas)
if that p+ssy wet, i’ll miss the flight, i gotta stay for it (uh)
when it come to money, i’ma go make every play for it
i like to hustle, but i grew up ’round n+ggas who takin’ sh+t (38)
jumped in, shawty let me f+ck, i put my thumb in (uh)
it only cost a hundred, gave ’em two to bring my gun in (yeah)
the narcs be in the alley, that b+tch hot, it’s like a dungeon (narcs)
i dove off in that water headfirst, you know i plunged in
i’m the captain, so i’m crunchin’ (uh), i want that money (yeah)
i chase it every day, i gotta make it home with somethin’ (chase it)
young n+gga grew up with nothin’ (who?), i was hustlin’ (what?)
walkin’ down the block and feel my back touchin’ my stomach (facts)
my n+gga say, “let’s go half on a fifty+pack,” like f+ck it (fifty+pack)
my young n+gga be clutchin’, try to touch me, he gon’ bust you (uh)
and i just hit that lil’ ho from the back, ain’t sparin’ nothin’
daz used to cook my circ’ and i had to let tez cut it (yeah)
just to catch my buddy, i threw some tint on the bucket (go)
if them crackers catch me, you know that i gotta tuck it (come on)
i’m in the streets 24/7, ain’t sparin’ nothin’ (come on)
meet me at the 7+eleven, you want an onion
2018 (what?), i had a hundred, that’s on my mama (yeah)
that lil’ b+tch was trippin’, she tried to pull off the condom (facts)
diamonds on me hittin’, these b+tches come from rawanda
i be fresher than a b+tch, n+ggas think i come from wakanda (ice)
i want that new maybach, the seat sittin’ way back (what?)
i’m at lil’ shawty neck, she give me head just like a wave cap (i’m at her neck)
i’m smokin’ dope and sellin’ dope where unc’ ‘nem playin’ spades at (yeah)
i grew up where them n+ggas cook the crack and keep the k’s at (what up?)
pull up by the waffle house and that’s where i’ma serve you
i’m draped in all this gucci, man (what?), b+tch, i got the bird flu (yeah)
my lady told me stop buyin’ all this jewelry ’cause it’s bird food (haha)
i told her, “bae, just chill ’cause these hoes gon’ do what birds do” (these hoes gon’ do it)
i’m the king hawk (brr), b+tch, i brought them birds through
pull up on the corner (skrrt), and that’s where i’ma serve you
i heard he was 12 (what?), i don’t wanna serve dude
we used to be associates, now i gotta curve dude
i’m runnin’ to that money, hope my next step is a million (million)
i’m twenty+seven, i think it’s ’bout time to have some children (yeah)
boom, geezy had blew up just like the buildin’ (n+gga)
zoom, dropped the top up on the coupe, i peeled it (yeah)
plug just threw a pack, i’m a shortstop, i field it (he do)
any beat i hop on, you know i gotta k!ll it (i do)
i’m a soldier in the field (who?), pat tillman (yeah)
stackin’ up that money, i can make it touch the ceiling
[outro]
i’m woodboy gee, man
you know what the f+ck goin’ on, man
don’t gotta say no more

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