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letra de punishment - daboii

[intro: daboii]
b-tch let’s get it crackin’
(link up)

[chorus: daboii]
b-tch let’s get it crackin’
give a f-ck about them tats up on your face b-tch you ain’t savage
have my brodie pull up on ’em, get to shooting like a maverick
i can get that n-gga gone if they ask don’t know what happened
on the gang
b-tch, like what it is?
i rep sob the gang, do you know who you f-ckin’ with?
put a scopie on my choppa out chere tryna hunt a man
we ain’t giving n-ggas passes, see ’em out and punish him
on the gang n-gga

[verse 1: daboii]
d-mn i’m done wit’ n-ggas
catch that lil’ n-gga out in public, we gon’ punish n-ggas
ain’t gon’ lie, you catching bullets too i catch you running wit’ ’em
i just put my opp in a scope, i got a tunnel vision n-gga
b-tch, f-ck the opposite
i don’t go nowhere without my pole, i gotta ride wit’ it
boy don’t even ask about no beat b-tch we on top of it
why you tat that gang up on yo’ skin? you ain’t gon’ die for it n-gga
b-tch, we ain’t squaring up
b-tch you want me dead, i want you dead, okay that’s fair enough
b-tch before you slide up over here you need a pair of nuts
and i feel like i’m a soldier with this choppa, i’ma tear ’em up
yeah, you embarrassed huh?
b-tch i’m tryna strike a n-gga out, naw i ain’t sparing one
i see n-ggas cliquing up watch, you n-ggas paring up
virgin ass n-ggas, you n-ggas scared to bust n-gga
[chorus: daboii]
b-tch let’s get it crackin’
give a f-ck about them tats up on your face b-tch you ain’t savage
have my brodie pull up on ’em, get to shooting like a maverick
i can get that n-gga gone if they ask don’t know what happened
on the gang
b-tch, like what it is?
i rep sob the gang, do you know who you f-ckin’ with?
put a scopie on my choppa out chere tryna hunt a man
we ain’t giving n-ggas passes, see ’em out and punish him
on the gang

[verse 2: cash kidd]
thought i told you b-tches once, don’t call me by my government (h-ll no)
watch out the window, bust down, jazmine sullivan
goofy thought it was a one on one, them hollows jumping in (bop bop)
is it still tricking off if for the neck i purchased her wig?
i mean it’s really not my paper it belongs to some other kid
five percent on the amg i crashed the other benz
i don’t need no b-tch i need m’s, f-ck a friend
yeah just put a big b-tton on my stick, on demand
spent the block if n-ggas ain’t get hit then duck again
i can’t flirt, it’s either, “can i get some head?” or “f-ck you then” (alright b-tch)
n-ggas tucking drugs to get ahead, won’t plug you in
shots fired n-ggas diving to the ground like they fumbling (bop bop)
yeah, versace comforter
just to make your ho feel fancy when i’m f-cking her
i am not a p, i sell d-ck, your b-tch a customer
almost smacked the b-tch in her sh-t talking ’bout, “bust in her”
[chorus: daboii]
b-tch let’s get it crackin’
give a f-ck about them tats up on your face b-tch you ain’t savage
have my brodie pull up on ’em, get to shooting like a maverick
i can get that n-gga gone if they ask don’t know what happened
on the gang
b-tch, like what it is?
i rep sob the gang, do you know who you f-ckin’ with?
put a scopie on my choppa out chere tryna hunt a man
we ain’t giving n-ggas passes, see ’em out and punish him
on the gang n-gga

- daboii

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