Pink Punch lyrics

[Intro: Tom The Mail Man & Tyler, the Creator]
Loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he... (Shake Junt)
Loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he... (Shake Junt)
Wrong tape bro, f*ck
Nah, nah, nah, bro
This is the wrong f*cking beat, bro!
This is the wrong f*cking beat!
Yo, bro pass...
Yeah, pass me pink punch real quick
Yeah alright, thank you
Let's go

[Verse 1]
Ayy, Kool-Aid pitcher full of pink punch (Okay, okay!)
b*tch I'm dancing (Uh)
You like Sway, b*tch! You ain't got the f*cking answers (Okay, uh)
Pull up on my shorty, she been poutin', what's the matter? (Matter)
That flat tummy tea even make my tummy flatter (Uh)
Ayy, uh, di*k in her bladder, she wanna f*ck (Like what?)
Climb up the ladder, b*tch, I am up (I'm up!)
TDC tat on my b*tch, wassup? (Wassup, okay!)
Tell that b*tch she don't like her life
Then she come play with me, ayy (She gon' play with me)
Said I ain't sh*t, b*tch you right
Yeah, you hate to see it, ayy, uh (Okay, uh)
[Hook]
Ayy, p-pink punch, if she coming through I pour it up (Up)
Pull up in my Nissan like a f*cking Bentley truck (A Bentley truck though)
Ayy, you gon' hit my phone to say we broke, b*tch, run it up (Run it up, run it up)
But I'm just too distracted by these b*tches I won't f*ck (okay)
Ayy, pink punch, if she coming through I pour it up (Up, ooh)
Pull up in my Nissan like a f*cking Bentley truck (f*cking Bentley truck)
Ayy, you gon' hit my phone to say we broke, b*tch, run it up (run it up)
But I'm just too distracted by these b*tches I won't f*ck

[Verse 2]
Poppin' my champagne, we in this prison cell
n*ggas make mistakes, they wanna give us hell
No room for mistakes, n*gga, we walk on eggshells
Headlights give out, get out, they gave us 8 shells
Pray to heaven gates you got the voicemail, f*ck this sh*t
n*ggas eyes are killers daily, so it's f*ck that sh*t
Bust shots in these n*ggas faces, f*ck what a n*gga say
You n*ggas not taking me