Punch Me Back In Pt. 3

Hold on bro punch me back in, I got some shit to say If I'm, if I'm locked in, I can make a album in like two days Big truck filled with big guns like it's doomsday I just, I just pour some wok In a bottle of. (whistle) Nah hold on bro punch me back in I got some shit to say All my, all my diamonds shine and electrolytes like they Gatorade Niggas really think they fucking with me. I'm like. how Sway? Hold on bro punch me back in I can do this all day Modi- modified chop with red bullets it Ray-K I was, I was getting blazed in a blazer smoking KK Pull up, pull up in a whip let it rip like a Beyblade They caught him lacking playing with his kid shot up and play place Better purchase a panic room that's the only way that you'll stay safe Makin- making money off streams trying to make sure my family straight Thousand dollar steak I'm eating it off of paper plate I'm the type of Nigga to make sure everybody ate(Eight) Hold on punch me let me finish what I was saying You type a Nigga eating food while we praying I guess I speak a different language you would, you would think I'm Asian My presidency over now I might just run for mayor I keep a gun in my belt I ain't talking no conveyor Nah, I keep for me like we playin multiplayers.. yeah Everything I do is major cut like razor You ain't no content creator, boy you are clout chaser Hold on, hold on bro punch me back in this shit come in layers Popped a nigga then I stabbed the dog then I shot the neighbor Lately you niggas been resembling alligators My shooter slide down you thought he was a rollerblader My OG been pushing P she Hella player Sometimes you up then sometimes you down life's a elevator Your chances slim like it's wrestlemania bitch I'm the undertaker I had some weed I wanted to smoke in Jamaica, but I wasn't able to take it. You play with me you gonna meet your maker bitch I'm like the savior Hold on hold on bro punch me back in they think I'm playin Ay Niggas be lying take that shit with a grain of sand My shooter done caught a lot of bodies he like the son of Sam I got these little Rackies out the basement, these dungeon bands He fuck around and caught me with his bitch I'm the muffin man Pull up with like six pockets full these some cargo pants Yo man, you don't even gotta punch me back in.