Lyrics PunchGod 3.lrc BabyTron
[id: pshctbhi]
[ar: BabyTron]
[al: Luka Troncic]
[ti: PunchGod 3]
[length: 03:22]
[00:01.83](No way, Hozay)
[00:06.34]That’s good
[00:08.29]That’s good
[00:10.05]Ha-ha, ayy
[00:15.36]Ayy, ShittyBoyz
[00:17.18]It’s a cold world, I’m just happy that my heart froze
[00:18.82]Dawg think he drug deal ’cause he watching Narcos
[00:20.92]If he come around, bro scan him like a barcode (Yeah)
[00:23.21]Bitch picked me up just to bust like I’m Darko
[00:25.25]No aimbot, bro shoot, that’s a headshot
[00:27.36]All day scooping dog shit like I’m Craig’s pops
[00:29.42]Been the scam star, bitch, I’m feeling like the vet now (Scam star)
[00:31.32]Pop out with that twelve gauge, leave ’em shell-shocked
[00:33.43]Just know if I hear it’s up, it’s forever stuck (Phew)
[00:35.32]Been passed the boss fight, you still trying to level up
[00:37.78]Stan busting lead, you would’ve thought he had a pencil tucked
[00:39.93]No French Bulldog, but unky here selling pups
[00:42.93]Boy, that shit barking off the leash
[00:44.13]It’s 2021, bitch, the car start without a key
[00:46.28]Fake love pops out the dark when it’s R-I-P (I swear)
[00:48.55]Every time I look in the mirror, it’s a star I see (A star)
[00:50.60]HBK in 2010, bitch, I’m dogging hoes
[00:52.55]Fucking on his BM, his kids watching Paw Patrol (Hahaha)
[00:54.69]Versace with Medusa, I’ma make sure my drawers gon’ show
[00:56.77]These big boy plays, the type you can’t even talk on phones
[00:59.39]Knock on wood or we gon’ get indicted
[01:00.98]Gate with the code, big fence, I’m just living private (Burbs)
[01:03.00]Finna take a trip to Honolulu, finna hit the islands (Islands)
[01:05.04]Locked in the booth, but no cap, man, I miss Verizon
[01:07.47]Half-time? Uh-uh, we balling with no intermission (I swear)
[01:09.27]Since he got a big mouth, brodie finna hit him in it (I swear)
[01:11.67]The Punch God rose from the dead, I know it’s been a minute (I swear)
[01:13.71]My name ringing all across the country, not just in the Mitten
[01:15.75]I’m in a zipped bag at the bottom of a zipped duffy
[01:17.82]Nine hundred dollar runners, bitch said my kicks ugly (Balencis)
[01:19.98]I can feel the time slowing down, every sip muddy (Phew, phew)
[01:22.01]We gon’ bust like a zit if someone in this bitch bug me
[01:24.25]Louis duffel pack with like thirty-three G’s inside (Yeah)
[01:26.18]Motherfuckers soft, talk shit then see me and lie
[01:28.13]Green beam, walking out the store with three PS5s
[01:30.59]Me and Dee in LA, ball like PG and Kawhi (What up, gang?)
[01:32.65]Got the head from that lil’ bitch, skipped the talking stage
[01:34.77]Then I kicked her out the crib and made her take the walk of shame
[01:36.72]Boy, check the stats, we don’t nowhere near ball the same (Go on)
[01:38.78]Legends never die, bitch, induct me to the Hall of Fame (Yeah)
[01:40.87]Dukes told me, “You gon’ lose friends, but never lose yourself”
[01:43.30]Walking out the Cali dispo’, we blew through the shelf (Phew)
[01:44.92]Trying to send him up top, fuck if he lose some help (Brraow)
[01:47.30]Hitman gon’ sneak you point-blank ’cause he move with stealth
[01:49.53]Played the cards I was dealt and got a royal flush
[01:51.59]Bitch wanna fuck, shit, I used to be annoying, huh? (Huh?)
[01:53.67]On the beach with a foreign thing, just enjoying lunch (Shit)
[01:55.73]ShittyBoyz winning, it’s a hundred thousand points, we up (ShittyBoyz)
[01:58.04]Riding down Plymouth, finna link up with ScrumbleMan
[01:59.85]How you claim you down from that way? Don’t know hustle, man (How?)
[02:02.20]Think he cap on, I can’t let him get the upper hand
[02:04.21]Out here, can’t shit make a man like the jungle can (Phew)
[02:06.34]Jack man, scooped ten 12 Pros by three o’clock (Jack man)
[02:08.31]Morphing up like a Power Ranger off this three of Wock’ (Phew)
[02:10.45]Bitch blew me out my damn Crocs, she can keep my socks (Damn)
[02:12.43]Just ’cause I hit your lil’ bitch, boy, don’t think we opps (We not)
[02:14.58]Balling like a Sacramento King in these purple Guccis (Guccis)
[02:16.92]Good with the Navy, I could really call up Sterl or Rucci
[02:18.94]Heard your bitch brother shot at you ’cause you burnt her coochie
[02:21.03]Fireman, bar for bar, it’s like the rebirth of Tunechi
[02:23.13]Real scorer, you ain’t never put it in the basket (Real scorer)
[02:25.02]Reader writer, told gang to put one in my casket (Yeah)
[02:27.04]For the green, I bet my shooter pull up like he cashing
[02:29.18]Ex bitch sick ’cause I pulled up with the baddest (Yeah)
[02:31.20]Trackhawk, Hellcat, pull off in the fastest (Skrrt, skrrt)
[02:33.39]What’s the price? Oh, I’m pulling off if you taxing
[02:35.69]You tricking on these hoes? Boy, you should’ve did a backflip
[02:37.65]That dub that you upped, I’ve been put it in my mattress (Been did it)
[02:39.74]Middle of the summer, but I still brought some sleeves with me
[02:41.99]It’s eighty out, I’m finna drop the top and let the breeze hit me
[02:44.04]Having withdrawals, when I go to sleep, I dream giffies
[02:46.12]If you ain’t got no hustle in your blood, you can’t be with me
[02:48.29]Around when it’s sunny, but they wasn’t stepping through the rain
[02:50.55]The run ain’t forever, so I’m heavy pressing in my lane
[02:52.62]Touch pape’, tuck some, throw the extras in the bank
[02:54.42]If you drawed up, guarantee I’ll execute the play (I’ll execute)
[02:56.85]Punched StockX, now my closet like NoJo Kicks (StockX)
[02:58.89]On a steak bite diet, I don’t want no more shrimp (Steak bite)
[03:00.94]What’s the point in even having one? You don’t blow your stick
[03:02.98]LOL in the comments if you post your bitch (LOL)
[03:05.95]Ha-ha, yeah
[03:07.75]Ayy
[03:09.90]Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
[03:13.79]Year of Release: 2021