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Punch God 2 Lyrics by BabyTron BabyTron
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Woke up thinking like I need pape
I wouldn't save a bitch in a VLONE cape
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Woke up thinking like I need more pape'
I wouldn't save a bitch in a VLONE cape
At J Ally's pissed, ain't no T-bone steak
Thinking that you wet in that pre-owned BAPE?
I dropped Wilt twelve times on the shoes
So when I'm in the casket
Make sure I'm in the Loub's
Cheat code activated, ain't no way to lose
i'm running up a check like I
Got some weight to lose
I told the bitch she got my
Heart but I don't got one
Pretty bitch let me hit before I dropped one
Up on the opps
I'ma score and let the clock run
Chop like a Newport, if it's smoke
I'ma pop lungs
Fuck the past, it don't matter what it was
I been big up, I wanna jugg just because
light-years ahead of y'all
Feeling like I'm Buzz
We met one time
You got the nerve to call me cous'?
That shit crazy
Spinning hoes like the Hokey Pokey
Every time I drop a song
I see them goat emojis
Acting tough so when you see me out
You 'posed to show me stop flashing sticks
Shoot that bitch since you 'posed to blow me
But you ain't, you a bitch and you know it
actions speak louder than words
So I'ma show it
She looked me in my eyes and said, 'BabyTron
You goated' almost nutted in her mouth
Bitch took me out my focus
She said, 'It don't look like you swipe'
That's the whole point
You worried 'bout a Scat, bitch
I'm coming Rolls Royce
Jumped in my bag like I ain't have no choice
Runtz beating ass, boy
I ain't got no time to smoke joints
Your hoes through, I'm talking finished
They said I look like Drake Bell, bitch
I'm still tripping
They praying that I lose, look, bitch
I'm still winning
Count my blessings everyday but
I'm still sinning
Light skin bitch from the 'Ville
And her head great
I'm talking A-plus, bitch made my legs shake
I'm a hundred like a twenty plus ten eights
BAPE wet as hell, I remember rocking Red Ape
Every bitch that doubted me gonna regret it
Looked at the sky and told
God that's where I'm headed
If I get online and grab a punch
It's a debit
If I send that bitch in the store
It's some credit
Nike Tech, could give a fuck about a fit
Jack after jack
Could give a fuck about a brick
Ten bands on me, give a fuck about some drip
Jammed and I slide
Could give a fuck about some pit
Had her tapping out like I know jiu-jit'su
You can't hit this 'Wood, boy
It's gonna hit you
If I was broke like y'all
I'd be pissed too feel like Vin Diesel
Hit the block then I drift through
I gave a bitch my heart and
She threw it in the dirt
If it ain't the truth
I won't put it in a verse
Feel like Undertaker
I'll throw 'em in a hearse
Left the bitch sick
I need to throw her to a nurse
I ain't playing checkers
I was taught to play chess
Ain't nobody in this bitch
Looking like a threat
Lead in this Glock
I'ma put 'em to the test
Heart on my t-shirt
Wish I could put it in my chest
I'm on yo' ass
That's for everyone ahead of me
Wouldn't care if you was DTE
Fuck yo' energy
Swear you hard bodied, got female tendencies
Fendi belt looking like the grade
I got in chemistry
Fuck Call Of Duty, brodie on a kill streak
Want to be my wife but she just a lil' freak
Got his first pair of Yeezy's
Now doggy feel sweet
ShittyBoyz what? I swear to
God y'all kill me
I'd still stand out if I was laying down
super sense
I can smell when it's a play around
First time I loaded up, I was playing Around
Feel like Clyde Drexler with
The slides, bitch, i'm blazing now
twenty-eight waist
The Glock can't fit 'cause they skinny
bro shoot like Curry, walk away
Do the shimmy
Talking 'bout cuffing? LOL, bitch, you silly
It's Tron now, bitch
Cut it out with the Jimmy
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