Lyrics No Punch (feat. Lex Bratcher) - Ali Tomineek

Nah don't cut none of this
Keep it all in there, yeah
No punch, hell nah
Yeah (Yeah)
Squad (Woo)

I don't punch in
I just walk in the booth, and then poof
Man it turn to a dungeon
I just jump in, no stretching
Start flexing, no question, no pressure
My blessings come in abundance
808 Hit like concussion
I don't punch in
I walk in the booth, and then poof
Man it turn to a dungeon
I just jump in, no stretching
Start flexing, no question, no pressure
My blessings come in abundance
808 hit like concussion
Manifest it if I need it
I don't like doing no handouts
I been the same since a fetus
I feel like I've had it all planned out
I'm loving the way that it panned out
I turned myself into a brand now
I could turn a hater to a fan
Turn a fan to a stan, cause I stand out
Excuse me
Back when I used to be goofy
Back when I had my GoPro in the room
Shooting myself producing
Classmates would judge me like Judy
Never really care how they view me
Cause I had juice from youtube no cap
I would tell groupies Oovoo me
I'm starting to feel the way they try to voodoo me
Tryna get it all from me, getting too greedy
They be kinda watching me like a new movie
So I disappear on 'em like I'm Houdini
I don't like when y'all try to be me
It's kinda creepy
I'ma need you to get up and find a hobby
Better yet, wait a minute go find a genie
Hold up let me get it
J-J-J-Jesus
Man I got 'em wishing they could come and get a feature
They try to get to me but you ain't even in my region
Now I got 'em on they tippy toes and they reachin'
Cause I'm a beast with it I'm a dog I'm a creature
But they be tryna put me in a box like a pizza
With all the comments that they be dropping
They gotta stop it with all the talkin and start doing research
Man I think I'm gone off the deep-end
A thermometer and a heart monitor's probably needed
Demons up inside of me
Reach in, get 'em out of me
Jesus he just might need a lobotomy
He's a bit psychotic
Ahh look at what I started

I don't punch in
I just walk in the booth, and then poof
Man it turn to a dungeon
I just jump in, no stretching
Start flexing, no question, no pressure
My blessings come in abundance
808 hit like concussion
I don't punch in (I don't punch in)
I walk in the booth, and then poof
Man it turn to a dungeon (Turn to a dungeon)
I just jump in, no stretching
Start flexing, no question, no pressure
My blessings come in abundance
808 hit like concussion

I don't punch in
One take with the hits
My shit make them sit like a lunch in
Got New York on my back when I spit, like pumpkin
Patches, all my seeds be active
They be packing, got them hung off something
All these actors say I'm whack, when I rap
Noose in the back, I'ma getter hung off something
Dogs with me going in now
Looking at you niggas like you made a noise
When I get the check I'ma show out
I be extra extra off the paperboy
Tryna fuck with squad it's a blowout
Got the hair dryer in the main drawer
I been winning so much lately
I forgot what the champagne for
Finito, in the club throwing c-notes
My shit jump, that house of pain
Your shit jump like free throws
These pussy niggas so uptight
They been really doing they kegels
Whack niggas buy studio hours
Ummm y'all don't even need those
Whack niggas got a punch every word
I be in the studio fooling with all these newbies they be coming deterred
If they wanting a verse
They gotta be truly in tuned to me how im schooling everyone with no slur
My lungs work
All my air come and disperse
And its worth whatever money you earned on the first
No punch, even when we get to the hook,
Got 'em shook, no swing and still gone disperse

I don't punch in
I just walk in the booth, and then poof
Man it turn to a dungeon
I just jump in, no stretching
Start flexing, no question, no pressure
My blessings come in abundance
808 Hit like concussion
I don't punch in (I don't punch in)
I walk in the booth, and then poof
Man it turn to a dungeon (Turn to a dungeon)
I just jump in, no stretching
Start flexing, no question, no pressure
My blessings come in abundance
808 hit like concussion

Ali Tomineek
Zeven on the beat
Lex with us, had to flex with us
We gone put 'em all to sleep
No Punch