Kvjo - Pvnch in (feat. Qaso) Lyrics

This shit easy as f*ck
Y'all niggas lame as f*ck
Y'all niggas some hoes
Y'all niggas some bitch ass, cappin ass, hoe ass niggas
And I put that on my momma nigga
Don't give a f*ck(Windex Laugh)
Who got the sauce
Who really drippin nigga
Nigga stop cappin yo ass work at denys
Talkin bout racks but you scraping up pennies
When it come to the racks you know im getting plenty
I knew i was different when i was a youngin
They knew they f*cked up when a nigga started bumpin
That Cartier drip got that shit straight London
I run the pack off while yall niggas fumbling
Im punchin(I cant believe it)
That hoe was a 10
She told me she never gone f*ck wit a nigga
But that was back when
Im chasing a mf M
Im tryin to get me this mf bag
223's i keep that shit in the mag
I pick it off life i play for the Jags
I cannot worry bout no bitch from the past
She pay with that pussy she ran outta cash
I gotta charge you if you hit the gas
Remember them days i would smoke after class
Hoped off the porch had to hop off my ass
Hoped in my bag and i ran up ticket
If you niggas keep actin you gone come up missin
I swear to God imma f*ck on my dentist
She swallow my semen
She smile when I finish
Who got the sauce
Who really drippin
Nigga stop cappin your ass work at denys
Talkin bout racks but you scraping up pennies
When it come to the racks you know im getting plenty
I knew I was different when i was a youngin
They knew they f*cked up when a nigga started bumpin
That Cartier drip got that shit straight London
I run the pack off while yall niggas fumbling
Cartier drip got that shit straight from london
Im F*ckin your bitch best believe that she comin
Put that dick up in her and nigga she runnin
I dont got time for lyin aint no frontin
You know ima pimp nigga i be drippin
On my P's and Q's nigga wont catch Qaso slippin
Try to tell niggas they dont wanna listen
So i focused up got on my tunnel vision
Bitches stay suckin and niggas stay dissin
Beat the beat up black and blue just like I was crippin
This here a freestyle aint no MF written
And niggas be hating but really im winnin
I gotta change it up nigga im tired
Put a ring on her finger cus that pussy fire
Fireworks when im bussin no 4th of july
Baby cover your face cus it might hit your eye
Backwood blunted take me right to the sky
Lookin down on niggas so it rain when I cry
Dont ask my opinion I dont like to lie
Your bitch braking her neck when a nigga walk by
Cus she never seen a nigga really this fly
How i take your bitch and i aint even try
Im like somethin somethin I cant make up my mind
Let me shut up you aint pay for my time
Who got the sauce
Who really drippin nigga
Nigga stop cappin yo ass work at denys
Talkin bout racks but you scraping up pennies
When it come to the racks you know im getting plenty
I knew i was different when i was a youngin
They knew they f*cked up when a nigga started bumpin
That Cartier drip got that shit straight London
I run the pack off while yall niggas fumbling