Pack A Punch

Take a hit like Cassius

My last hoe is past tense

Spend it like I'm bragging

I done ran it up (Flames)

You ain’t in my bracket

My haters got new tactics

Forgive no i can’t pass it

New strap it’s pack a punched

I could have your bitch for lunch, I could have your bitch for lunch

I could have your bitch for lunch, I could have your bitch for lunch

I could have your bitch for lunch, I could have your bitch for lunch

When i pull it’s that SS, serve up drop i got that special

Pull-up park it blick, gone sing like kettle, bitches i got several

I read hoes like taro, she want bone like marrow

Gold on me like Pharaohs

Ice me out I be to cold (Flames) Cuban two tone

Get you marowacked no Cubone

Why you moving sketch what you on?

Swiping shit like bitch what you want?

Fenty, Xanny wock my pop up

Who in that bitch before I pop up

Step in Rick, don't get stomped in fashion

This fit cost a casket

Take a hit like Cassius

My last hoe is past tense

Spend it like I'm bragging

I done ran it up (Flames)

You ain’t in my bracket

My haters got new tactics

Forgive no i can’t pass it

New strap it’s pack a punched

I could have your bitch for lunch, I could have your bitch for lunch

I could have your bitch for lunch, I could have your bitch for lunch

I could have your bitch for lunch, I could have your bitch for lunch

RONIN

A&R bitch, gotta punk bitch, and an artsy hoe

Shawty what's the stitch? Wanna link with me maybe it's possible

She go round and round, always coming back, that's merry go

It's a miracle, if she spiritual…

She a bad person

Think about it is that bag worth it? Pick a outfit steppin black hearses

Blac blac blac, matte black strap, shut your mouth **** no cursin'

Bobby Womack, pass on Cognac, water wet is the south dirty?

Ask my Zodiac, go on walk it back, dog walked her King James version…cut

Take a hit like Cassius

My last hoe is past tense

Spend it like I'm bragging

I done ran it up (Flames)

You ain’t in my bracket

My haters got new tactics

Forgive no i can’t pass it

New strap it’s pack a punched

I could have your bitch for lunch, I could have your bitch for lunch

I could have your bitch for lunch, I could have your bitch for lunch

I could have your bitch for lunch, I could have your bitch for lunch

Drugs kicked in perfect timing

She want CC, she want ketamine

We Calvin Klein’n

Running on E I'm, Shit, running on E I'm shining

I felt like a diamond, flashed out on my bitch, cause I felt like

Pounds on me like huh, Oi, red bulls Astro Boy (huh)

I been on them uppers, snuck the strap and tucked it

Trapping all them O’s, bought a coup then threw a hundred

I'm too geeked to touch myself made her do it for me