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lirik lagu punch it – shittyboyz

[intro: stanwill]
i
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: stanwill]
i got a glock but i’ll beat yo ass
seen a lot of hate out the opps but ain’t seen no cash
told that lil’ b*tch, “toot it up, let me see yo ass”
i might get lost in my drip, i got nemo splash
huh, make it splash, feel like chris smoove
she ain’t got that super soaker on her, made that b*tch move
she cannot pr*nounce the brand, she said i got big shoes
i got yellow [?] white diamonds, i can mix jewels

[verse 2: babytron]
ksubi jeans skinny, ain’t my d*ck, it’s a bl!cky
[?] out of saks, ain’t no d*ckies
if they sending shots then i’m shooting, take ’em with me
hitting chip readers like blake griffin, banging giffies
1500 get you gone, boy, that’s three giffies
if you ain’t sh*ttyboyz, you can’t even f*cking breathe with me
three hundred dollar plate, kinda make it hard to eat with me
bro made a hit first day out like he tee grizzley

[verse 3: trdee]
i don’t like [?] really known to get the head then dip
i ain’t even ask my mixtape, ain’t even have a skip
i ain’t even playing, have yo mama yelling [?]
pull up in the night, let it sing like we brought the [?]
y’all ain’t even hip
when i get bored or irritated, i’ma take a trip
that ain’t even this
brought the undertaker for the n*ggas thinking i’m throwing fists
[verse 4: stanwill]
i ain’t ever really been broke, i can’t reminisce
think i came out my mama ass ’cause i been the sh*t
i ain’t ever had a nine*to*five, i been [?] sh*t
rack after rack after rack, on some tennis sh*t

[verse 5: babytron]
i eat too much hibachi, my stomach hurt
if it ain’t the chip reader, show you how them hundreds work
put a bin on his f*cking head, i just punched his he*rs*
you got that lil’ b*tch pregnant but i f*cked her first

[verse 6: trdee]
nah, for real though
know some pistol popping dreadheads, they don’t steal though
n*ggas still broke
told baby put the tip in and she still choke

[verse 7: stanwill]
funny how if i up stick, i’ll stick him up
you can tell i don’t lift weights but i’ll lift him up
bust a f*nny pack open, b*tch said i’m rich as f*ck
waiter brought me out the wrong drink, i ain’t tip him nothing
bro turned the lil’ fiji water into coca*cola
keep two sticks, i’m a ps4 controller
[verse 8: babytron]
b*tch foreign, look like dora
king bed [?]
get the head off that lil’ b*tch then i’m gonna ignore her
yeah, it’s a air force day
carry*on full of [?] like, what the airport say?
i be at [?] two hundred every fourth play
he ain’t got a car, seen him running to his court day

[verse 9: trdee]
smoking cookie, real cookie, you don’t even know the taste
money calling, speeding to it, i don’t even hit the brakes
dirty [?] chill day, i ain’t even wanna stay
cut into her, h*ll nah, i know yo ass ain’t hitting vapes
i don’t crip but the pockets stay with blues
want some clout? we gon’ put him on the news
was a drought, now my old b*tches choose
like a [?] all my hoes come in twos

- shittyboyz

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