Pun
Big black truck nigga you know how I'm sliding
Run up a bag, We on yo ass, and Nigga we ain't stopping
I'm Blowing gas, and Like I said got my niggas plotting
Cause I'm on a mission and I'm ahead of these niggas so wasup
Bust down bust down
Baby look they watching
Come Catch these balls I'm the QB Oochie wally
She popping molly and she kissing girls, she prolly poly
Oh maybe probably, One thing for sure she came to party
Pun He be that motherfucking nigga you ain't fucking with
Pun He be that motherfucking nigga you ain't fucking with
Pun He be that motherfucking nigga you ain't fucking with
Pun He be that motherfucking nigga you ain't fucking with
Aye bae bae I'm not playing
Finna go super sayon
Why you niggas be scrapping?
All the dollars you making?
Tryna prove that ya blinging
All on Instagram faking
Man that shit a facade
Feel like somebody lied
Pun Pun Pun, Give me my respect nigga
Pun Pun Pun, Ima put me on the map nigga
Pun Pun Pun, I just wanna check nigga
Pun Pun Pun, Who gon check me nigga?
First things first nigga get a plan
I'm tired of you niggas tryna scam me on Instagram
Cause I don't for nothing, Shorty I'm not stunting
So whatever you're selling nigga I don't want it
You know My flow is haunted, Kill the beat I'm on it
You know me, Gon flaunt it, Blowing tree I'm zoning
Hennessy I'm pouring, ain't gotta flow that's boring
I done killed this fucking record in my sleep I'm snoring
Nicki what it do?
Me and you, We can run the school
You can bring your barbie to the party, Nardly that is cool
I Ain't got no kids, no lil baby I got some to prove
And I got proof, Everything I rap Trust I do
Pun He be that motherfucking nigga you ain't fucking with
Dummy got the gun, He want yo shit then he gon take it bitch
She liking all my pics and all my cream, it's like a nigga rich
Didn't hit her in the whip, just got it cleaned, I hit her on a bench
I Pop shit Cause I got shit, Man you not lit
Ash it, Body bag it, Ima stash it
Faggots always reaching, Muscle spasms
Who gas em? You want the smoke nigga you can have it
Give me my respect nigga
Ima put me on the map
I just wanna check nigga
Who gon check me nigga?
Run up a bag, We on yo ass, and Nigga we ain't stopping
I'm Blowing gas, and Like I said got my niggas plotting
Cause I'm on a mission and I'm ahead of these niggas so wasup
Bust down bust down
Baby look they watching
Come Catch these balls I'm the QB Oochie wally
She popping molly and she kissing girls, she prolly poly
Oh maybe probably, One thing for sure she came to party
Pun He be that motherfucking nigga you ain't fucking with
Pun He be that motherfucking nigga you ain't fucking with
Pun He be that motherfucking nigga you ain't fucking with
Pun He be that motherfucking nigga you ain't fucking with
Aye bae bae I'm not playing
Finna go super sayon
Why you niggas be scrapping?
All the dollars you making?
Tryna prove that ya blinging
All on Instagram faking
Man that shit a facade
Feel like somebody lied
Pun Pun Pun, Give me my respect nigga
Pun Pun Pun, Ima put me on the map nigga
Pun Pun Pun, I just wanna check nigga
Pun Pun Pun, Who gon check me nigga?
First things first nigga get a plan
I'm tired of you niggas tryna scam me on Instagram
Cause I don't for nothing, Shorty I'm not stunting
So whatever you're selling nigga I don't want it
You know My flow is haunted, Kill the beat I'm on it
You know me, Gon flaunt it, Blowing tree I'm zoning
Hennessy I'm pouring, ain't gotta flow that's boring
I done killed this fucking record in my sleep I'm snoring
Nicki what it do?
Me and you, We can run the school
You can bring your barbie to the party, Nardly that is cool
I Ain't got no kids, no lil baby I got some to prove
And I got proof, Everything I rap Trust I do
Pun He be that motherfucking nigga you ain't fucking with
Dummy got the gun, He want yo shit then he gon take it bitch
She liking all my pics and all my cream, it's like a nigga rich
Didn't hit her in the whip, just got it cleaned, I hit her on a bench
I Pop shit Cause I got shit, Man you not lit
Ash it, Body bag it, Ima stash it
Faggots always reaching, Muscle spasms
Who gas em? You want the smoke nigga you can have it
Give me my respect nigga
Ima put me on the map
I just wanna check nigga
Who gon check me nigga?
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Writer(s): Lor Kevo
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