Lyrics Punching Bag - TeeWhyy

Come in this bitch I′m on bullshit.
Ready to hit em with the full clip.
Yeah these niggas man they got me mad.
Leave em twitching like a punching bag.
Big faces on her berkin bag.
She bend it over and she shake it fast.
I'm like baby show me where it′s at.
Fuck small talk and fuck chitty chat.
Lick, lick the fuck outta her kitty kat.
That's how she know I'm a real nigga.
She say it look like a dill pickle.
Got stripes like a ref nigga where the whistle?
TMG my shit official.
Fo nem they blowing they aint gone miss you.
You wasn′t really a issue, now you talking like you big shit.
Scratch a nigga off the hit list but I′m only focused on these riches.
Got a foreign thing fuck all these bitches.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah fuck all these hoes.
Ball I went pro.
Got his ass gone.
They gone shoot when I say so.
Lil boy how you aint know?
In Chiraq, that's how the game go.
Gang shit.
Insane shit.
These opps man they hide, they never outside.
Boy who do you bang with?
Boy you is not fooling me.
Miss me with the Tom Foolery.
Kill that nigga get the eulogy.
Only worried bout you and me and these commas.
Tryna live like the Obamas but I still wanna smoke that Osama, sama.
Yeah that ganja have me tweakin doe.
Yeah he hating but I peeped him doe.
Keep it cool, keep it lowkey.
Cuz I got that 30 poppa on me.
Get em gone and that′s on me.
A fake nigga tryna be my homie.
I'm like wow.
Spray the crowd.
Lil nigga what you bout?
And ion see no clout.
When I′m looking at you.
Damn, huh?
My nigga you so fu, heard you signed with the boys in blue.
Gave up some names just to get away.
All just to get body-bagged.
Flu Gotti where the Tommy at?
Fuck shit I can't honor.
Never graduated but I′m a scholar.
I said fuck shit I can't honor.
Never graduated but I'm a scholar.
Trill oney Gang, man I′m all about a dollar, huh?
It′s like the gates of heaven when I'm into you.
Aint no telling what I′m finna do.
Acrobatic I got plenty moves.
Hardware store we got plenty tools.
TMG Shit?
Get it popping.
N?
He get to bopping.
Baby we on a lot of shit.
On top of the dick baby do a split.
I'm like damn lil shawty with the shits.
I take the pack and I make it flip.
Run up like paper I let it rip.
You aint in my lane nigga get a grip.
Lemme, lemme tell you what it′s gone take.
Get money boy don't take no breaks.
Don′t fuck with niggas cuz they so fake.
Getting in the way of getting yo cake.
But Trill Money Gang?
I rep that.
Disrespect that?
Where the techs at?
These niggas foul, but I'm smoking loud.
So loud naw naw I can't hear you.
Only savages in my circle.
If you a fuck nigga then I can′t stand near you.
Only savages in my circle if you a
Fuck nigga then I can′t stand near you.
Smoking bombaclot blunts of that OG.
Body-bagged his ass up but keep it lowkey.
I'm in this bitch.
I got a zip and a clip on me.
Rest up speaker knockerz had to band up by my lonely.