Cash Kidd - Punishment lyrics

[Intro: DaBoii] b*tch let's get it crackin' (Link up) [Chorus: DaBoii] b*tch let's get it crackin' Give a fu*k about them tats up on your face b*tch you ain't savage Have my brodie pull up on 'em, get to shooting like a maverick I can get that ni**a gone if they ask don't know what happened On the gang b*tch, like what it is? I rep SOB The Gang, do you know who you fu*kin' with? Put a scopie on my choppa out chere tryna hunt a man We ain't giving ni**as passes, see 'em out and punish him On the gang ni**a [Verse 1: DaBoii] Damn I'm done wit' ni**as Catch that lil' ni**a out in public, we gon' punish ni**as Ain't gon' lie, you catching bullets too I catch you running wit' 'em I just put my opp in a scope, I got a tunnel vision ni**a b*tch, fu*k the opposite I don't go nowhere without my pole, I gotta ride wit' it Boy don't even ask about no beat b*tch we on top of it Why you tat that gang up on yo' skin? You ain't gon' die for it ni**a b*tch, we ain't squaring up b*tch you want me dead, I want you dead, okay that's fair enough b*tch before you slide up over here you need a pair of nuts And I feel like I'm a soldier with this choppa, I'ma tear 'em up Yeah, you embarrassed huh? b*tch I'm tryna strike a ni**a out, naw I ain't sparing one I see ni**as cliquing up watch, you ni**as paring up Virgin ass ni**as, you ni**as scared to bust ni**a [Chorus: DaBoii] b*tch let's get it crackin' Give a fu*k about them tats up on your face b*tch you ain't savage Have my brodie pull up on 'em, get to shooting like a maverick I can get that ni**a gone if they ask don't know what happened On the gang b*tch, like what it is? I rep SOB The Gang, do you know who you fu*kin' with? Put a scopie on my choppa out chere tryna hunt a man We ain't giving ni**as passes, see 'em out and punish him On the gang [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] Thought I told you b*tches once, don't call me by my government (Hell no) Watch out the window, bust down, Jazmine Sullivan Goofy thought it was a one on one, them hollows jumping in (Bop bop) Is it still tricking off if for the neck I purchased her wig? I mean it's really not my paper it belongs to some other kid Five percent on the AMG I crashed the other Benz I don't need no b*tch I need M's, fu*k a friend Yeah just put a big bu*ton on my stick, on demand Spent the block if ni**as ain't get hit then duck again I can't flirt, it's either, "Can I get some head?" or "fu*k you then" (Alright b*tch) ni**as tucking drugs to get ahead, won't plug you in Shots fired ni**as diving to the ground like they fumbling (Bop bop) Yeah, Versace comforter Just to make your ho feel fancy when I'm fu*king her I am not a P, I sell dick, your b*tch a customer Almost smacked the b*tch in her sh*t talking 'bout, "bust in her" [Chorus: DaBoii] b*tch let's get it crackin' Give a fu*k about them tats up on your face b*tch you ain't savage Have my brodie pull up on 'em, get to shooting like a maverick I can get that ni**a gone if they ask don't know what happened On the gang b*tch, like what it is? I rep SOB The Gang, do you know who you fu*kin' with? Put a scopie on my choppa out chere tryna hunt a man We ain't giving ni**as passes, see 'em out and punish him On the gang ni**a