Can't Punk Me Lyrics

Can't Punk Me Lyrics

Yeah, 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
Poor kids kicking the dirt, we playing bust 'em up, throw it
Ain't ever been offered flat show
The f**k is foreign
All of my heroes had zeroes and customers growing
Ain't no hoe in me boy I ain't going
p**s a point, ribs showing, get the point, try disciplining, niggas disappointed
I participated, could've been avoided, but they killing niggas, trynna fill the void
Fillet files, in the drawer, it's a girl, it's a child, it's a boy, in the world, trynna drown out the noise
You heard that? You like that?
You feel that? You do
You serve that, make a bird back, alert pack, the flu
Get a knife and get a gun too
Hood niggas don't do kung fu
By the junk yard, niggas jumped you
Pull out the pump, can't punk you

Uh, pull out the pump, can't punk me, b**ch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, hoe
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b**ch
Pull out the pump, lil punk b**ch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b**ch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, hoe
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b**ch
Pull out the pump, lil punk b**ch

Okay, what's happening shawty?
From the land where the preachers always packing, shawty
No I'm never lacking shawty
Pull pit pulls that ratchet, eat your heart out like it's a starving pitbull
sh*t, where I'm from, everybody got a tool
KP said you post your wins, you got to 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 hugging?
I fear no man, no brand of steal, here's your warning
The audacity to think that I surpassed them from Atlanta streets, you must be crazy, now let's be clear
I'm clairvoyant, I never left from zone four, b**ch, f**k is a foreign?
But I knew I'd drag my nuts across the world 'fore I was touring
Europeans raining kisses, out in Paris it was pouring
Nigga, I was just Georgia where the gunshots was storming
Blocka, blocka, blocka
Tell the story
To be or not to be, bed in the morning
If you knew the cage that I was raised in, sh*t my nigga then you salute the path, I'm out here blazing
Guess he thought we'd jump and run 'cause he was pistol waiving
Motherf**ker, f**k the devil I'm from the A, man

Sweep, sweep, mop, mop
Wild, great is dark?
Man, frequent in the gun shop like a movie montage
All my day one dawgs like Snoopy and Charles
Life is hard, it's more than incense and Nubians gods
I live a life that's real, a life of visions, f**k how you feel
I'm Ben Stiller with the blue steel from Ben Hill, I been stealing for the pure thrill
Running up in buildings the Grinch in who feel
What's life without adrenaline
Put you a shirt, now your purge
Right, jerk
Death is free and some deserve worst
I heard
You get me?, you got me
Re monotony
The bullsh*t, behind me
I don't really f**k with these niggas like Gandhi
Yeah yeah, so what's up? nigga try me
Love this sh*t, just luck and timing
Tired of people fussing, sadly
Niggas is copying, override it
Ya'll niggas just want notoriety
I want a chokehold, I want a dynasty
I want a thick hoe that's never gone lie to me
But I know that sh*t like hitting the lottery

Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b**ch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, hoe
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b**ch
Pull out the pump, lil punk b**ch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b**ch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, hoe
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b**ch
Pull out the pump, lil punk b**ch

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-rolled ass gon' drop that sh*t, nigga
You playin', what the f**k?