Songtexte Pound! - Ybdd

Let me talk my shit
We done blitz his homeboys pound
Cause he done tried too fuck with us (pound)
It's for whoever you out of luck with us (boy a pound)
I make up blush it off like dust n stuff (boy a pound)
These bullets out you cannot duck from them
He reaching down but I done popped the gun
They gotta close casket I don't fuck with them
Mamas mad
These babies mamas mad
They baby lost they plum
Tummy bad I'm feeling bad
I think I needa fuck on sum
Mamas mad these babies mad
Cause they dad he ran from them
Her mama tellin son "oh your dad ran through them "
She felling bad she should've won
If you live by the one you die by the one
He feeling the chop he feeling the gun
My money is good cover ransoms
I'm taking diseases no pandems
I'm blocking the haters I whammed them
I just freestyle on every track im like punch god
(punch god bitch)
I can't figure out what I want it's like im wasting time
On a bad lil dime
Cause my life is fine
I just wanna fuck rhyme
I just wanna fucking whine
Say I ain't wasting time
Everything fall in place bad bitch sit on my face
I'm not tryna start in the conference
So I need you erased (you erased)
Let me talk my shit
We done blitz his homeboys pound
Cause he done tried too fuck with us (pound)
It's for whoever you out of luck with us (boy a pound)
I make up blush it off like dust n stuff (boy a pound)
These bullets out you cannot duck from them
He reaching down but I done popped the gun
They gotta close casket I don't fuck with them
Mamas mad
These babies mamas mad
They baby lost they plum
Tummy bad I'm feeling bad
I think I needa fuck on sum
Mamas mad
These babies mad
Cause they dad he ran from them
Her mama tellin son "oh your dad ran through them"
She felling bad she should've won
If you live by the one you die by the one
He feeling the chop he feeling the gun
My money is good cover ransoms
I'm taking diseases no pandems
I'm blocking the haters I whammed them
Fuck punch god