PUNCHIN
(Yeah) (Yeah-yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't doin' shit, yeah, just been off my phone, huh
N****s lookin' for reactions, you not gettin none, huh
Really blind to that shit, you n****s must be dumb, uh
Passin' time by blowin' blunts, that shit look like my thumb, huh
I ain't talkin' to no one, 'cause you n****s be dunces
Put that grabba in my blunt 'cause I need that bitch punchin'
Fuck a writer, bitch, I get in that stu' and punch in
Know he not on shit, already know that boy was frontin'
Yeah, knew that from the start, ha
Keep my head up on a swivel at all times, I'm alert, yeah
Protectin' my peace, mind of honor, feel like Kurt, oh, yeah
I don't even know, but know I just skip to the verse, on God
Yeah, now you all gon' see
Through that cap, and when you do, don't come right back to me
'Cause you not my friend, and that's all that I need to see
I could give a fuck if we even got history
Yeah, don't try to take no plea
'Cause when you picked your side, you knew that you was guilty
It got to a point, don't know what you even want from me
N****s swear they know me, I know that shit unlikely
But that's okay, 'cause I got me, myself, and I
And I know this storm'll pass, I just got' give this time
Not a thing that you could do or say to make this right
Now whenever I seen your messages, I don't reply
Right now there's n****s who wan' see me fall
Yeah, and everything you see, take it with a grain of salt
'Cause you n****s assume that you know me
You ain't ever been my friend, no doubt my homie, bitch
I ain't doin' shit, yeah, just been off my phone
N****s lookin' for reactions, you not gettin none
Really blind to that shit, you n****s must be dumb, uh
Passin' time by blowin' blunts, that shit look like my thumb, huh
I ain't talkin' to no one, 'cause you n****s be dunces
Put that grabba in my blunt 'cause I need that bitch punchin'
Fuck a writer, bitch, I get in that stu' and punch in
Know he not on shit, already know that boy was frontin'
(Frontin', just frontin', frontin')
(Just frontin', he was frontin', he was frontin', frontin') (Yeah, just frontin', frontin', just frontin')
(Frontin', frontin', yeah)
I ain't doin' shit, yeah, just been off my phone, huh
N****s lookin' for reactions, you not gettin none, huh
Really blind to that shit, you n****s must be dumb, uh
Passin' time by blowin' blunts, that shit look like my thumb, huh
I ain't talkin' to no one, 'cause you n****s be dunces
Put that grabba in my blunt 'cause I need that bitch punchin'
Fuck a writer, bitch, I get in that stu' and punch in
Know he not on shit, already know that boy was frontin'
Yeah, knew that from the start, ha
Keep my head up on a swivel at all times, I'm alert, yeah
Protectin' my peace, mind of honor, feel like Kurt, oh, yeah
I don't even know, but know I just skip to the verse, on God
Yeah, now you all gon' see
Through that cap, and when you do, don't come right back to me
'Cause you not my friend, and that's all that I need to see
I could give a fuck if we even got history
Yeah, don't try to take no plea
'Cause when you picked your side, you knew that you was guilty
It got to a point, don't know what you even want from me
N****s swear they know me, I know that shit unlikely
But that's okay, 'cause I got me, myself, and I
And I know this storm'll pass, I just got' give this time
Not a thing that you could do or say to make this right
Now whenever I seen your messages, I don't reply
Right now there's n****s who wan' see me fall
Yeah, and everything you see, take it with a grain of salt
'Cause you n****s assume that you know me
You ain't ever been my friend, no doubt my homie, bitch
I ain't doin' shit, yeah, just been off my phone
N****s lookin' for reactions, you not gettin none
Really blind to that shit, you n****s must be dumb, uh
Passin' time by blowin' blunts, that shit look like my thumb, huh
I ain't talkin' to no one, 'cause you n****s be dunces
Put that grabba in my blunt 'cause I need that bitch punchin'
Fuck a writer, bitch, I get in that stu' and punch in
Know he not on shit, already know that boy was frontin'
(Frontin', just frontin', frontin')
(Just frontin', he was frontin', he was frontin', frontin') (Yeah, just frontin', frontin', just frontin')
(Frontin', frontin', yeah)
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Writer(s): Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt
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