Theodore Unit, Trife Diesel - Punch In, Punch Out lyrics

Uh, huh, punch in, punch out
Come on, aiyo, aiyo

You'se a has-been, always will
Always have been that garbage you pumpin'
You need to save it for the trash bin
You wonder why these fiends
Ain't coppin' your dirt
Cuz you makin' it bad for business
And you stoppin' my work
I put, too much time on the grind
To take an L
And I be damned, if I'm out on the strip
You make a sale you faggot ass nigga
You scared to break a nail when nowadays
All this weight that I'm movin'
Can break a scale
I'm the hood's number one distributor
With the buddha
Got it all in my shopping mall
I'm tryin' get this loot up
Man, and I've been put that suit up, fam
Fuck a 9 to 5, a nigga gon' move those grams
And as long as the business is booming
Ya'll gonna witness the movement
Got OG's try'nna get in the union
But as of right now, it's just an illusion
Cuz it's nothing for a nigga, like me
To go back to robbing and shooting

We got jumbos, tens, twenties and fifties
On the clock every minute
And we movin' it quickly
Punch it, punch out, we puncture
With gun out
If ya'll niggas ain't equipped for the strip
Don't come out
We got jumbos, tens, twenties and fifties
On the clock every minute
And we movin' it quickly
Punch it, punch out, we puncture
With gun out
If ya'll niggas ain't equipped for the strip
Don't come out

We play them corners, like
Kids, you misbehave, gettin' paid
And the same spot, until niggas finish
They last grenade
I know that hustling's a strenuous job
But, if you see niggas gettin' money
Why should you continue to starve?
Especially if your only choice is
To mow get the yard
But that's even a better reason
For the boy to get hard
They same I'm all about the moolah, dummy
And if you was a fiend
Out on the mission, betcha
You'll cop from me
Got you relapsin', collapsin'
Spendin' Benji's and Jackson's
Get it here, cuz over there
They got twenties of aspirin
And my clientele been so strong, for so long
That you'll never catch the kid in the hole
Like Saddam cuz my name in the hood
Keep the projects on the hunt
And I walk around these streets
Like my pockets got the mumps
So I don't got to show you how to stunt
I'mma just
Handle this package and show you how to pump

We got jumbos, tens, twenties and fifties
On the clock every minute
And we movin' it quickly
Punch it, punch out, we puncture
With gun out
If ya'll niggas ain't equipped for the strip
Don't come out
We got jumbos, tens, twenties and fifties
On the clock every minute
And we movin' it quickly
Punch it, punch out, we puncture
With gun out
If ya'll niggas ain't equipped for the strip
Don't come out