Can’t Punk Me Lyrics by JID & EARTHGANG
Yeah, I was just a, uh
I was just a, look at me, uh
I was just a poor ass n**** before I turned into a poet
Poor kids kicking the dirt, we playing bust ‘em up, throw it
Ain’t ever been offered flat show
The fuck is foreign
All of my heroes had zeroes and customers growing
Ain’t no hoe in me boy I ain’t going
Piss a point, ribs showing, get the point, try disciplining, n***** disappointed
I participated, could’ve been avoided, but they killing n*****, trynna fill the void
Fillet files, in the drawer, it’s a girl, it’s a child, it’s a boy, in the world, trynna drown out the noise
You heard that? You like that?
You feel that? You do
You serve that, make a bird back, alert pack, the flu
Get a knife and get a gun too
Hood n***** don’t do kung fu
By the junk yard, n***** jumped you
Pull out the pump, can’t punk you
Uh, pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, hoe
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil punk bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, hoe
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil punk bitch
Sweep, sweep, mop, mop
Wild, great is dark?
man, frequent in the gun shop like a movie montage
All my day one dawgs like Snoopy and Charles
Life is hard, it’s more than incense and Nubians gods
I live a life that’s real, a life of visions, fuck how you feel
I’m Ben Stiller with the blue steel from Ben Hill, I been stealing for the pure thrill
Running up in buildings the Grinch in who feel
What’s life without adrenaline
Put you a shirt, now your purge
right, jerk
Death is free and some deserve worst
I heard
You get me?, you got me
Re monotony
The bullshit, behind me
I don’t really fuck with these n***** like Gandhi
Yeah yeah, so what’s up? N**** try me
Love this shit, just luck and timing
Tired of people fussing, sadly
N***** is copying, override it
Yall n***** just want notoriety
I want a chokehold, I want a dynasty
I want a thick hoe that’s never gone lie to me
But I know that shit like hitting the lottery
Okay, what’s happening shawty?
From the land where the preachers always packing, shawty
No I’m never lacking shawty
Pull pit pulls that ratchet, eat your heart out like it’s a starving pitbull
Shit, where I’m from, everybody got a tool
KP said you post your wins, you got to repeat ‘em again and again
But see I was born for greatness, why the hell should I pretend like I wasn’t in the arms of Allah, bear hugging?
I fear no man, no brand of steal, here’s your warning
The audacity to think that I surpassed them from Atlanta streets, you must be crazy, now let’s be clear
I’m clairvoyant, I never left from zone four, bitch, fuck is a foreign?
But I knew I’d drag my nuts across the world ‘fore I was touring
Europeans raining kisses, out in Paris it was pouring
N****, I was just Georgia where the gunshots was storming
Blocka, blocka, blocka
Tell the story
To be or not to be, bed in the morning
If you knew the cage that I was raised in, shit my n**** then you salute the path, I’m out here blazing
Guess he thought we’d jump and run ‘cause he was pistol waiving
Motherfucker, fuck the devil I’m from the A, man
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, hoe
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil punk bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, hoe
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil punk bitch