PACKAPUNCH (feat. Danny Brown)
Say it again and get punched
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch?
Back to the source, walking on the sky
I was born with the force, don't care about the money
Or the power of your horses
Flyin' with my Civic, don't care about the Porsches
Whoa, pop out the cut, wish you were Rambo
Don't need your deal, I'm eating Nando's
No, I won't be blunt
JVB, do whatever we want
Get to midnight or get KO'd (come on)
You a small fry, you look like toad (come on)
I spit fire, I'm more like Bowser (come on)
I got you scared, don't piss your trousers (come on)
Hoodie up with the strings and a bow (come on)
Whip so low, peep the underglow (come on)
Speakers tub thumping, needs more pumping (come on)
Talk to my fist if you wanna say somethin'
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a-
Can I get a "what"? (What?) Get cut (come on)
Don't do it for the money, I do it for the butt
You cannot compete, you tryna keep up
Your name's not Olivia, you don't got the guts, huh
That's what your momma said last night, uh
Blowin' up like a bagpipe
Pourin' so much sauce
I think I was a fuckin' Stromboli in my past life
I'm goin' in, I'm 'bout to set the draw
Swingin' the mic-like clubs at Top Golf
You pale as fuck, your feet is stuck
You cannot move, you got no groove
What is you to do?
But to accept the fate
I'ma dice you up and serve you on a plate
Go to Hell's Kitchen, whippin' up the chicken
Eat you alive, huh, that's the mission
And now (uh-huh), entering the ring (uh)
Danny (check) Brown
Punks, jump up, meet the wrath of my hand (come on)
Had your face fucked up like a 2K skin (yeah)
Feelin' like an old Xbox lobby, I'm that nigga (come on)
So ain't no disrespect, my dogs will go get ya (come on)
Fuck what you had for lunch, you'll eat a punch (come on)
Wash it down with your own blood and you get a slump (come on)
After for dessert, make you a leaker (come on)
Bass in your face when I'm comin' out the speaker
Don't ya' front, come around here and play me (nah)
'Cause you'll get jumped, man, no ifs, ands, or maybe (uh-huh)
Put you to sleep like Rockabye Baby (Rockabye Baby)
So watch your mouth, 'cause you don't wanna get crazy
So what you want, you gon' get what you're asking (uh-huh)
My crew will Bruiser, we'll come through smashing (yeah)
Time for some action, time, time for some action
No half step, 'cause my dogs never lackin'
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I-, don't-don't-don't
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I-, don't-don't-don't
Ah, alright
Yeah
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch?
Back to the source, walking on the sky
I was born with the force, don't care about the money
Or the power of your horses
Flyin' with my Civic, don't care about the Porsches
Whoa, pop out the cut, wish you were Rambo
Don't need your deal, I'm eating Nando's
No, I won't be blunt
JVB, do whatever we want
Get to midnight or get KO'd (come on)
You a small fry, you look like toad (come on)
I spit fire, I'm more like Bowser (come on)
I got you scared, don't piss your trousers (come on)
Hoodie up with the strings and a bow (come on)
Whip so low, peep the underglow (come on)
Speakers tub thumping, needs more pumping (come on)
Talk to my fist if you wanna say somethin'
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a-
Can I get a "what"? (What?) Get cut (come on)
Don't do it for the money, I do it for the butt
You cannot compete, you tryna keep up
Your name's not Olivia, you don't got the guts, huh
That's what your momma said last night, uh
Blowin' up like a bagpipe
Pourin' so much sauce
I think I was a fuckin' Stromboli in my past life
I'm goin' in, I'm 'bout to set the draw
Swingin' the mic-like clubs at Top Golf
You pale as fuck, your feet is stuck
You cannot move, you got no groove
What is you to do?
But to accept the fate
I'ma dice you up and serve you on a plate
Go to Hell's Kitchen, whippin' up the chicken
Eat you alive, huh, that's the mission
And now (uh-huh), entering the ring (uh)
Danny (check) Brown
Punks, jump up, meet the wrath of my hand (come on)
Had your face fucked up like a 2K skin (yeah)
Feelin' like an old Xbox lobby, I'm that nigga (come on)
So ain't no disrespect, my dogs will go get ya (come on)
Fuck what you had for lunch, you'll eat a punch (come on)
Wash it down with your own blood and you get a slump (come on)
After for dessert, make you a leaker (come on)
Bass in your face when I'm comin' out the speaker
Don't ya' front, come around here and play me (nah)
'Cause you'll get jumped, man, no ifs, ands, or maybe (uh-huh)
Put you to sleep like Rockabye Baby (Rockabye Baby)
So watch your mouth, 'cause you don't wanna get crazy
So what you want, you gon' get what you're asking (uh-huh)
My crew will Bruiser, we'll come through smashing (yeah)
Time for some action, time, time for some action
No half step, 'cause my dogs never lackin'
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I-, don't-don't-don't
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I-, don't-don't-don't
Ah, alright
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Sewell, Joseph Bertolino, Braedan Lugue
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