Punch Me In Pt. 3 by Stunna 4 Vegas Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh (Uh), it's 4X (Ha)
It's 4X, 4X, 4X (Big 4X)
Big Stunna, nigga
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Half-ass gon' smack a nigga on GP (Slime, I got 20 on my beat)
[Verse]
Who I got on my beat? 20 (Ooh)
Uh, police just took four of my rods, fuck it, we got plenty (Fuck 'em)
Uh, I'm tryna fuck on your lil' thot and she tryna suck my Jimmy (Thot, thot)
Uh, I see that bag, give me (Come here)
Uh, make my momma proud, Penny (Yeah)
Uh, I'm smoking on gas, this shit louder than a Hemi
Uh, I tell a bitch giddy up (Ooh)
Plug dropping off and I pick it up
Popping off of them licks and we stick 'em up (Like pussy, come here)
Uh, lil' nigga, give it up (Come here)
These bitch niggas wanna get rid of us
We smashing they bitches, they sick of us (Thot, thot)
Uh-huh, uh, uh, I'm fucking that ho 'til I'm tired (Uh)
She hold the Glock, we Bonnie and Clyde
Bitch nigga, you wouldn't even kill a fly (Get 'em outta here)
Nigga be like, "Fuck Stunna"
Oh, that's how you feeling, gangster? (Huh?)
You really ain't killer, ain't you?
Y'all bang on the net, but we really bangin' (Slime)
Uh, y'all heard about Fast and Jojo, they really spanking niggas out
If I tell 'em, "Whoop 'em," give 'em some clout (Go get 'em)
They think it was game, but caught us a mouse (Bitch)
I'm twenty floors up with your bitch (Uh)
She ate the dick, out (Thot)
Finna get Ma Dukes a big house
I used to sleep on Vick's couch
Uh, young nigga, I'm bossed up like Rick Ross (Uh)
Play a nigga out like pish-posh
I ain't doing no woofin', that stick talk (Clah)
He in my DM asking for a verse, nope, he pissed off (Fuck)
I hit his bitch when he cocked in and I'm gone soon as he get off (Facts, ooh)
I'm punchin' in, I ain't punchin' on clocks, bitch (No)
And I ain't signin' no deal if I can't be on this hot shit (Fuck)
Grew up like, "Slow down 'fore you blow that bag and you ain't got shit" (Huh?)
I go broke, I'ma rob shit
Run down on them rods with that raw shit (Grah, grah, grah, get 'em outta here)
Uh, uh, uh, she like, "That lil' nigga so hard, bitch" (Ooh)
I'm talking raw shit (Raw)
Big Stunna on boss shit
I get you gone, nigga
Your life don't cost shit (Bitch)
My lil' nigga don't even wanna go to the shows, he wanna off shit (Ha)
I'ma stand on whatever I say, "Ten toes," that's why I talk shit (Yeah)
Dissin' in raps, that nigga on some hip-hop shit (What?)
[Outro]
But we don't do the lip box shit (No)
We just fill up your box shit
Uh (Uh), it's 4X (Ha)
It's 4X, 4X, 4X (Big 4X)
Big Stunna, nigga
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Half-ass gon' smack a nigga on GP (Slime, I got 20 on my beat)
[Verse]
Who I got on my beat? 20 (Ooh)
Uh, police just took four of my rods, fuck it, we got plenty (Fuck 'em)
Uh, I'm tryna fuck on your lil' thot and she tryna suck my Jimmy (Thot, thot)
Uh, I see that bag, give me (Come here)
Uh, make my momma proud, Penny (Yeah)
Uh, I'm smoking on gas, this shit louder than a Hemi
Uh, I tell a bitch giddy up (Ooh)
Plug dropping off and I pick it up
Popping off of them licks and we stick 'em up (Like pussy, come here)
Uh, lil' nigga, give it up (Come here)
These bitch niggas wanna get rid of us
We smashing they bitches, they sick of us (Thot, thot)
Uh-huh, uh, uh, I'm fucking that ho 'til I'm tired (Uh)
She hold the Glock, we Bonnie and Clyde
Bitch nigga, you wouldn't even kill a fly (Get 'em outta here)
Nigga be like, "Fuck Stunna"
Oh, that's how you feeling, gangster? (Huh?)
You really ain't killer, ain't you?
Y'all bang on the net, but we really bangin' (Slime)
Uh, y'all heard about Fast and Jojo, they really spanking niggas out
If I tell 'em, "Whoop 'em," give 'em some clout (Go get 'em)
They think it was game, but caught us a mouse (Bitch)
I'm twenty floors up with your bitch (Uh)
She ate the dick, out (Thot)
Finna get Ma Dukes a big house
I used to sleep on Vick's couch
Uh, young nigga, I'm bossed up like Rick Ross (Uh)
Play a nigga out like pish-posh
I ain't doing no woofin', that stick talk (Clah)
He in my DM asking for a verse, nope, he pissed off (Fuck)
I hit his bitch when he cocked in and I'm gone soon as he get off (Facts, ooh)
I'm punchin' in, I ain't punchin' on clocks, bitch (No)
And I ain't signin' no deal if I can't be on this hot shit (Fuck)
Grew up like, "Slow down 'fore you blow that bag and you ain't got shit" (Huh?)
I go broke, I'ma rob shit
Run down on them rods with that raw shit (Grah, grah, grah, get 'em outta here)
Uh, uh, uh, she like, "That lil' nigga so hard, bitch" (Ooh)
I'm talking raw shit (Raw)
Big Stunna on boss shit
I get you gone, nigga
Your life don't cost shit (Bitch)
My lil' nigga don't even wanna go to the shows, he wanna off shit (Ha)
I'ma stand on whatever I say, "Ten toes," that's why I talk shit (Yeah)
Dissin' in raps, that nigga on some hip-hop shit (What?)
[Outro]
But we don't do the lip box shit (No)
We just fill up your box shit