Punch God – BabyTron

Shit, y’all thought I was done? Man, this shit too easy
Turn me up, Stan
They gon’ feel this one
ShittyBoyz (No way, Hozay)

Swiping shit, got the cards, ain’t no You-Gi-Oh!
I’m known for catching plays, something like I’m Julio
You lay up with a rat, I’d rather pass like I’m Rubio
Weak-ass raps, oh my God, get out the studio
I got the sauce, what you need? Come and get a method
Re-rock the ham twice, I bet that nigga learned his lesson
I pray to God every night, the Devil in my presence
Never forget what I got, I’ll always count the blessings
Better duck when I’m out, I’m on tip tonight
Oh, you Superman? This clip holding kryptonite
Ham dumb as fuck, he really thought I shipped his mic
I’m the one Loub’ walking, got the ones with the spikes
J.J. Watt on the field, I just want the sack
Donovan Mitchell, that’s a .45 to yo back
I was running up a check, y’all was running track
Turn around with the bag, I done brought it back
I don’t smoke weed, I don’t pop pills
I don’t drink lean, I just want mills
You don’t want smoke, get yo top peeled
Big B’s on my feet, I don’t hoop for Chino Hills
They can’t fuck with me, that’s why I talk my shit
Pick a card, any card, I bet you that it hit
Walk in the store, flash a roll, and then I take a pic
The hoes choosing on the ‘Gram, got they nigga sick
Play with lil’ bro [?] I’ma get you gone
Look at Medusa on my shirt, you gon’ turn to stone
Came back with that shit, come and cop a phone
Team full of shooters so they tryna put us in a zone
The roll got me limping, I ain’t pull my hamstring
You talking all this money, I ain’t seen a damn thing
LeBron James at the Union, I’m the Scam King
I don’t box but I bet the cheese that my man swing
Yo boyfriend is broke, don’t believe the hype
He hit a nigga DMs asking how to swipe
Stop fucking with that lame, I’ll change yo life
Don’t come to me talking cash if you rocking flights
Buffs fool as hell, you got ’em off of Amazon
Good buffs, iced ’em up like a Cinnabon
Walk in the store, “Oh my God, girl, that’s BabyTron”
Had to fill the tank, used the piece at The Marathon
We gon’ blow, might as well hop on the bandwagon
Good roll and the giffies got my pants sagging
Since you wanna fight, punch this Glock, I am not jabbing
You can get hit with this stick, this is not Madden
Yo piece did not go through, that’s the confirmation
Talk my shit on this bitch, that’s why these niggas hating
Told my mans, “We gon’ be up, I promise I’ma make it”
Told the ham don’t call the feds, just be patient
Turn around so many times that I got dizzy
Jeff got a four in his drink, I just pop fizzy
Lil’ freak wanna suck me, told her that a nigga busy
Hit you with that wood, don’t make me pull out the drizzy
Got them numbers on me, something like a stat sheet
Ain’t tryna get flicked, I’ma take the backstreets
Ayy, lil’ bitch, watch yo tone when the man speak
You said I’m broke, did you touch a band last week?
Marshawn Lynch with these pieces, I go beast mode
Ran it up in Saks Fifth, they thought I had a cheat code
Take my time punching up like I’m shooting free throws
Gregg Popovich, the way a nigga keep Pros
You can’t fuck with me, when you gonna recognize?
Said that I’m broke? You drunk driving ’cause you out of line
TrDee and Donny Bands, they my fucking guys
Pops asked why I don’t talk, the cheese on my mind
Shout-out lil’ bro [?] he’s a [?]
ShittyBoyz, that’s a whole lot of sleezeballs
Burberry tee on, I got it for the free ball
Dropped the top and throw the cash out, watch the sleeves fall
God gave you one chance, bet not mess it up
Talking shit ’cause I ball? You can’t check me up
Of course the play went through, Stan set it up
Yo bitch was too easy, one day, she neck me up