BabyTron - Punch God lyrics

Shit, y'all thought I was done? Man
This shit too easy turn me up, Stan
They gon' feel this one
Whew, whew,  huh, ShittyBoyz (No way, Hozay)

Swiping shit,  got the cards
Ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh! (Bitch)
I'm known for catching plays
Something like I'm Julio
You lay up with a rat
I'd rather pass like I'm Rubio
Weak-ass raps, oh my God, get out the studio
(Oh my God) i got the sauce
What you need? Come and get a method
(Come and get it) re-rock the ham twice
I bet that nigga learned his lesson
(I bet he did) i pray to God every night
The Devil in my presence
Never forget what I got
I'll always count the blessings (Huh?)
Better duck when I'm out


I'm on tip tonight (I am)
Oh, you Superman? This
Clip holding kryptonite (Brrt boom)
Ham dumb as fuck
He really thought I shipped his Mike's
I'm the one Loub' walking
Got the ones with the spikes (1400)
JJ watt on the field, I just want the sack
Donovan Mitchell, that's a 45 to yo' back
I was running up a check
(I was) , y'all was running track
Turn around with the bag
I done brought it back (Huh?)
I don't smoke weed
(Nope) , I don't pop pills (Hell nah)
I don't drink lean
(No) , I just want mill's (Yes)
You don't want smoke
(Bitch) , get yo' top peeled
Big B's on my feet
I don't hoop for Chino Hills (Big B's)
They can't fuck with me
That's why I talk my shit (Huh?)
Pick a card, any card, I bet you that it hit
(Them hit's)
Walk in the store, flash the roll
And then I take a pic (Bitch)
The hoes choosing on the 'Gram
Got they nigga sick (They choosing)
Play with lil' bro Kamari
I'ma get you gone
Look at Medusa on my shirt
You gon' turn to stone
Came back with that shit
Come and cop a phone
Team full of shooters so they tryna
Put us in a zone (They are)
The roll got me limping
I ain't pull my hamstring (Hell nah)
You talking all this money
I ain't seen a damn thing (I haven't)
LeBron James at the Union, I'm the Scam King
I don't box but I bet the
Cheese that my man swing (Bitch)
Yo boyfriend is broke
Don't believe the hype (He broke)
He hit a nigga DMs asking how to swipe
(Huh, lame) stop fucking with that lame
I'll change yo' life
Don't come to me talking cash
If you rocking Flights (What?)
Buffs fool as hell
You got 'em off of Amazon (Bitch)
Good buffs, iced 'em up like a Cinnabon
(Icey ice)
Walk in the store, "Oh my God, girl
That's BabyTron" had to fill the tank
Used the piece at The Marathon (Bing)
We gon' blow
Might as well hop on the bandwagon (Bitch)
Good roll and the giffies
Got my pants sagging
Since you wanna fight, punch this Glock
I am not jabbing
You can get hit with this stick
This is not Madden
Yo' piece did not go through
That's the confirmation (Bitch)
Talk my shit on this bitch
That's why these niggas hating
Told my mans, "We gon' be up
I promise I'ma make it"
Told the ham, "Don't call the feds
Just be patient" (Please)
Turn around so many times that I got dizzy
Jeff got a four in his drink
Got his pop fizzy lil' freak wanna suck me
Told her that a nigga busy
Hit you with that wood
Don't make me pull out the Drizzy
Got them numbers on me
Something like a stat sheet
Ain't tryna get flicked
I'ma take the backstreets ayy, lil' bitch
Watch yo' tone when the man speak
You said I'm broke
Did you touch a band last week?
Marshawn Lynch with these pieces
I go beast mode ran it up in Saks Fifth
They thought I had a cheat code
Take my time punching up like
I'm shooting free throws gregg Popovich
(Woo) , the way a nigga keep Pros
You can't fuck with me
When you gonna recognize? (When)
Said that I'm broke? You drunk driving
'cause you out of line
TrDee and Donny Bands, they my fucking guys
Pops asked why I don't talk
The cheese on my mind
Shout-out lil' bro Rell, he's a fleezeball
ShittyBoyz, that's a whole
Lot of sleezeballs
Burberry tee on, I got it for the free ball
Dropped the top and throw the cash out
Watch the sleeves fall (Woo)
God gave you one chance, bet not mess it up
(Nope) talking shit 'cause I ball? You
Can't check me up (You can't)
Of course the play went through
Stan set it up
Yo bitch was too easy, one day
She neck me up (Lil' freak)