Krispy Punch

[Chorus: Punchmade Dev]
We ain't get him yet, but we gon catch him by surprise
Don't come out the house, I'm finna have my demons slide
Bullets fly inside the crib, we left the family petrified
I done wrote so many dumps, I got the last one memorized
Before I pull up always put on my disguise
That is not your Hellcat, go give that back to enterprise
We know you got that from the dealership
Teaching everybody how to punch I'm showing leadership

[Verse 1: Punchmade Dev]
If shе can't show at least hundred dollars, I'ma leavе this bitch
You better hope that car is bulletproof, I'ma crease that whip (Crazy)
One hundred K, I wanna see that shit
If I find out she stealing from me, I'ma beat that bitch (Stupid bitch)
How the fuck I got more hustle, I'm straight out the burbs
Honestly I never had to struggle, my bank never hurt
The opps is still working on a plan but it'll never work
Somehow I could pull out eighty thousand and I'll never work
She a real one, she gonna take me to my destination, I'ma split the pape' after I steal sum'
Here go a hundred dollars for the drive, go get a meal or sum
It was just a hundred dollars, now she on me trying to feel on sum (Back up, bitch)

[Chorus: Punchmade Dev]
We ain't get him yet, but we gon catch him by surprise
Don't come out the house, I'm finna have my demons slide
Bullets fly inside the crib, we left the family petrified
I done wrote so many dumps, I got the last one memorized
Before I pull up always put on my disguise
That is not your Hellcat, go give that back to enterprise
We know you got that from the dealership
Teaching everybody how to punch I'm showing leadership

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Dawg been beating on his bitch, I'm done hitting mine
I just made a couple thousand off enterprise
Made a hunnid in a nice year, thanks to enterprise
Shot dawg' in the Drive-Thru, blood got into fries
I been on some straight gangsta' shit
No West Coast Customs, but I'ma paint his whip
All my niggas got their own woods, they be facing shit
And I don't shoot with my eyes closed, I be facing shit
Yeah, the AR got a kickstand
Knocked the whole plate on the floor like this shit bland
Growing up, fuck the weed man, I knew the brick man
I'm trying to stay cool, I'm on my fifth fan
On some late night freaky shit, I hit a quick fan
All of you is some shit, you bout to sink quicksand
You a dude but act like a bitch, you a mixed man
I can hit the hoe for free, you be tricking

[Chorus: Punchmade Dev]
We ain't get him yet, but we gon catch him by surprise
Don't come out the house, I'm finna have my demons slide
Bullets fly inside the crib, we left the family petrified
I done wrote so many dumps, I got the last one memorized
Before I pull up always put on my disguise
That is not your Hellcat, go give that back to enterprise
We know you got that from the dealership
Teaching everybody how to punch I'm showing leadership