Punch In Two (Bop) lyrics

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Had to do a part two to this b*tch just to show these lil n*ggas they ain't f*cking with me
f*ck a solo I whack sh*t by the three
I turnt up in this music by rapping off the same beat
Came from the trenches surrounded by steppers
I wipe his nose if his sh*t like some pepper
Riding with iron sending sh*t to the devil
Know I’m with whatever let's go to the streets
I let that fire hit his skin till it get to the meat
In control of My hoe like that b*tch on a leash
f*ck revenge cause I know you gon' sow what you reap
I just copped a (?) off the peak
Broke again never that bag I’ma keep
Knock the doors off the funk sh*t that b*tch look like a jeep
He got hit in his skelly for thinkin' sh*t sweet
I'm the god that say "Bye shoot on the peak"
Bye, bye, bye-bye murder for fun they send opps out at baba
Childish ass f*ck Ion' care bout nada
Shoot em' deceased make the b*tch do the cha-cha
I remember back when them guns that go rrah-rrah
Drop a stick in My drank ain't no savin' Li Rye-Rye
Play with me b*tch you gon' die-die
f*ckin’ hoes in New York I was tryna’ get head screaming "Matha"
Know some shooters in Jersey that don't rock in jeserys and they got mo’ drums than a band
pus*y thought he was the man
Lyin' on that f*ck n*gga head hearing every word I'm saying
I'm on top of the world wherever your face I’ma stand
I'ma look, revenge then throw up the clan
n*gga it ain't that hard to knock off ya' man
I'm from the south where they thug on the end
I know (?) gon' spin to the end
Roll up JB and spin to the end
Nah he ain't gon' spin to the end
Speezy ya, he gon' spin to the end
Von, spin to the end
Bu, spin to the end
Bhlack, spin to the end
Can't f*ck with uh, spin to the end
Shawn spin to the end
I got so many brothers that's gon' spin to the end
No this sh*t ain't a game we just locking it in
n*ggas losing they brain for pretending they is
Uh, some they not
You not a gangster I see that sh*t in yo' eyes
Letting these folks light yo' bed head up
Just for you to die
You done ran all that bread up just to get sent to the sky
Just to get hit with this heat go to hell and fry
I got a few n*ggas in that cell I wish they let em' out
I was downtown with that fire
Playing offense becaue I don't plan to die
Before the rap I was stepping
I never accepted no handouts
(?) trust a ho to beat My di*k but I know she fanned out
Fresh ass f*ck everywhere I go that's why I stand out
These pockets filled all the way
You see me walking 'round with these bands out
Bro nem' fell some wrong they get to walking with FN's out
I heard his ass in public lie and say that's My friend spot