Ouvir músicas
Can't Punk Me
JID
I was just a, I was just a, uh
I was just a, look at me, uh
I was just a poor-ass nigga before I turned into a poet
Pro kids kickin' the dirt, we playin' buss 'em up, throw it
Ain't never been off a flat show, the fuck is a foreign?
All of my heroes had zeroes and customers growin'
Ain't no hoin' me boy, I ain't goin'
Pistol point,' rib showin', get the point, try disciplinin'
A nigga's disappointed, I participated, could've been avoided
But they kill a nigga, try to fill the void, feelin' fouls and a draw
It's a girl, it's a child, it's a boy in a world, tryna drown out the noise
You heard that? You like that? You feel that? You do
You serve that, make a bird bag, alert pack, the flu, huh
Get a knife and get a gun too
Hood niggas don't do Kung-Fu
'Bout to jump y'all, nigga, jumped you
Pull out the pump, can't punk you, uh
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch
Okay, what's happenin' shawty?
From the land where the preachers always packin', shawty
No, I'm never lackin', shawty
Pulpit pulls that ratchet eat your heart out like it's a starvin' pitbull
Shit, where I'm from, everybody got a tool
KP said, "You post your wins, you gotta repeat 'em again and again"
But see, I was born for greatness, why the hell should I pretend?
Like I wasn't in the arms of Allah, bear-huggin'
I fear no man nor brandish steel, here's your fair warning
The audacity to think that I surpassed them from Atlanta streets
You must be crazy, nah, let's be clear, I'm clairvoyant
I never left from Zone-4, bitch, fuck is a foreign?
But I knew I'd drag my nuts across the world 'fore I was tourin'
Europeans rainin' kisses out in Paris, it was pourin'
Nigga, I was just in Georgia where the gunshots was stormin'
Blacka, blacka, blacka, tell the story
To be or not to be dead in the morning
If you knew the cage that I was raised in (Bitch)
Shit, my nigga, then (Ho)
You should loot the path I'm out here blazin' (Here, punk me, bitch)
Guess he thought we jumpin', run 'cause he was pistol wavin' (Bitch)
Motherfucker, fuck the devil (Ho)
Boy, I'm from the A, man (Bitch, punk, lil' punk, bitch)
Sweep, sweep, mop, mop
Wow, great as Dot, been frequenting the gunshot like a movie montage
Sip this Teremana, feel it like Dwayne the Rock
The way I rock be I-Y-K-Y-K, okay, I kick before I knock
This shit is real, real, kill or be killed, no model citizen (No)
Suspense, still here with the blue steel, stray from bein' healed (Woo)
I been stealin' 'fore the pure thrill
Runnin' up in buildings like the Grinch in Whoville (Hahaha)
What's life without adrenaline?
Put you on a shirt, now your purge merch, yur (You, you, you)
Death is freedom, some deserve worse, huh
You get me? (Get me)
You got me (You got me), I'm always talkin' but a nigga lil' diamond
That nigga mean, you mean about proxy
I don't really fuck with these niggas like Gandhi (What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, nigga? Try me, lot of this shit just lucky timing (What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, nigga? Try me, broad day brawl and the blood look shiny (What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, nigga? I can always sniff out a fuck nigga
I'm the dog, I'ma upset the front runner
Bark big but a bite is a bit bigger
Okay, pull out the pump, can't punk me
Crocodile Dundee, Doco-dile Dundee
Knockin' out front teeth
Niggas is way too sensitive, touchy, niggas is aunties, ah
Must be havin' they monthly, hate it all you want
Only hell can judge me
I just be puttin' shit bluntly
Life too hard to go out humbly
Uh, pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch
Yo, JID, this Meezy, bruh
Hit me when you get this message, my nigga
My ass in the mountain ridin' round
Thinkin' when yo' Stevenson Road ass gon' drop that shit, nigga
You playin', what the fuck?
compositores: Destin Route - Eian Parker - Olu Fann - James Denis Beck - Louis Kevin Celestin
Você é fã de JID? Gosta da letra da música?
Compartilhe com seus amigos.
I was just a, look at me, uh
I was just a poor-ass nigga before I turned into a poet
Pro kids kickin' the dirt, we playin' buss 'em up, throw it
Ain't never been off a flat show, the fuck is a foreign?
All of my heroes had zeroes and customers growin'
Ain't no hoin' me boy, I ain't goin'
Pistol point,' rib showin', get the point, try disciplinin'
A nigga's disappointed, I participated, could've been avoided
But they kill a nigga, try to fill the void, feelin' fouls and a draw
It's a girl, it's a child, it's a boy in a world, tryna drown out the noise
You heard that? You like that? You feel that? You do
You serve that, make a bird bag, alert pack, the flu, huh
Get a knife and get a gun too
Hood niggas don't do Kung-Fu
'Bout to jump y'all, nigga, jumped you
Pull out the pump, can't punk you, uh
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch
Okay, what's happenin' shawty?
From the land where the preachers always packin', shawty
No, I'm never lackin', shawty
Pulpit pulls that ratchet eat your heart out like it's a starvin' pitbull
Shit, where I'm from, everybody got a tool
KP said, "You post your wins, you gotta repeat 'em again and again"
But see, I was born for greatness, why the hell should I pretend?
Like I wasn't in the arms of Allah, bear-huggin'
I fear no man nor brandish steel, here's your fair warning
The audacity to think that I surpassed them from Atlanta streets
You must be crazy, nah, let's be clear, I'm clairvoyant
I never left from Zone-4, bitch, fuck is a foreign?
But I knew I'd drag my nuts across the world 'fore I was tourin'
Europeans rainin' kisses out in Paris, it was pourin'
Nigga, I was just in Georgia where the gunshots was stormin'
Blacka, blacka, blacka, tell the story
To be or not to be dead in the morning
If you knew the cage that I was raised in (Bitch)
Shit, my nigga, then (Ho)
You should loot the path I'm out here blazin' (Here, punk me, bitch)
Guess he thought we jumpin', run 'cause he was pistol wavin' (Bitch)
Motherfucker, fuck the devil (Ho)
Boy, I'm from the A, man (Bitch, punk, lil' punk, bitch)
Sweep, sweep, mop, mop
Wow, great as Dot, been frequenting the gunshot like a movie montage
Sip this Teremana, feel it like Dwayne the Rock
The way I rock be I-Y-K-Y-K, okay, I kick before I knock
This shit is real, real, kill or be killed, no model citizen (No)
Suspense, still here with the blue steel, stray from bein' healed (Woo)
I been stealin' 'fore the pure thrill
Runnin' up in buildings like the Grinch in Whoville (Hahaha)
What's life without adrenaline?
Put you on a shirt, now your purge merch, yur (You, you, you)
Death is freedom, some deserve worse, huh
You get me? (Get me)
You got me (You got me), I'm always talkin' but a nigga lil' diamond
That nigga mean, you mean about proxy
I don't really fuck with these niggas like Gandhi (What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, nigga? Try me, lot of this shit just lucky timing (What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, nigga? Try me, broad day brawl and the blood look shiny (What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, nigga? I can always sniff out a fuck nigga
I'm the dog, I'ma upset the front runner
Bark big but a bite is a bit bigger
Okay, pull out the pump, can't punk me
Crocodile Dundee, Doco-dile Dundee
Knockin' out front teeth
Niggas is way too sensitive, touchy, niggas is aunties, ah
Must be havin' they monthly, hate it all you want
Only hell can judge me
I just be puttin' shit bluntly
Life too hard to go out humbly
Uh, pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch
Yo, JID, this Meezy, bruh
Hit me when you get this message, my nigga
My ass in the mountain ridin' round
Thinkin' when yo' Stevenson Road ass gon' drop that shit, nigga
You playin', what the fuck?
compositores: Destin Route - Eian Parker - Olu Fann - James Denis Beck - Louis Kevin Celestin
Você é fã de JID? Gosta da letra da música?
Compartilhe com seus amigos.
Carregando resultados...aguarde
- Ouvir música é no Kboing ® 2024, Seu site com milhões de músicas para você ouvir