Punched the Clock

I just punched the clock, I can't wait to bust a play
Third shift, graveyard, got it out the way
Open up the locker, text her, bae
I'm on the way she said I'm cooking breakfast, turkey bacon that okay?

Then I bust up out the gate, six o'clock it's still dark
Hit the lock button ten times, where'd I park?
Got a couple outfits and some J's in the trunk
DB Bouta Bag through the speakers when I bump
Ooh, gotta scram, ayy, take my flick while

I'm rolling Kenny Smoove lyrics for the caption when
I post it Ayy, I'm your biggest problem, huh not your
Pinky toe ayy, ayy, come manwhich me baby, like a sloppy Joe
Get it out the mud, it is what it was

I got some family that ain't blood, but he still my cuz
I think she love a nigga, she can't leave me alone
She got upset when she found out about my other phone
Oh, you missed a pipe? Bae, well, let me get you right

Before we start, baby, I'ma need some electrolytes
Cuz I be cramping, baby, and it fuck up the vibe
We sit back, laugh about that shit, then I'm back in them thighs
I know she just a friend, but we been fucking for a while and

Plus, she got a man, do everything I can to get back with my other bitch
But see, my other bitch don't fuck me like my gutter, bitch
And every time I stroke her right, she tell me, run it back
I close my eyes, pretend I'm sleep, she like a lumberjack

She keep on gripping on that wood, talking about put him in
But if I put him in, then we gon' need a Sprinter van
Cuz if you back into this one way, ain't no pulling out
Say she gon' catch it, get down on her knees, open up her mouth

Lil' baby get upset when she don't know my whereabouts
I'm staying dangerous, ain't shit sweet, bae, fuck me now or later
She put my CZ in her G-string when I need a favor
And when I'm with it, she gon' pop off on her worst behavior

Can't help but notice, Addy make her focus
Break her off a piece of magic dick like hocus pocus
Whoa



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Writer(s): Kenneth Camp
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