punch - Intellectual

[Intro]

(EGGACION)

Yeah-yuh-yuh-yuh

[Chorus]

Up, down, left, right

Push her body to her limit

In her head, I'm living

I'm in yo bitch dreams—yeah, they vivid

I run the miles for her mouth, and the flower in her pouch

Punch the perc, punch the syrup, punch me in, I hit record

Naughty bitch like Nazi, want my blimp

That bitch hot and spicy, thin and slim, just like a Jim

She must be workin' on her butt in the gym

But she don't listen—Mimsy

The fuck I look like smoking? Bitch, I ain’t no chimney

You ain't either, I keep shit P

Especially if you listen to what I say—

That means the most to me

I'm the voice in yo head, the voicе in yo ear

Like cricket, Jiminy

Baе, I fear you have an addiction to alcohol

You won’t stop drinking beer

I fuck that out of you, I don’t allow that here

It goes both ways though, hoe—you can’t tell me shit

I fear I’m addicted to codeine

Double our cups, no chaser, put 'em up

Bitch, I’m the man of the year, like Juice WRLD

Legends Never Die—I toast to that, “Cheers”

[Bridge]

I been havin' good days

Ice Cube—I need to have some good years

You need to listen to what I say

There’s some deep messages underneath this beat

You gotta un-dig it from its grave

The fact that music can help some people

Makes me wanna do this shit some more

May not be my songs in general

But that ain’t gon’ stop me from makin’ more

(Yeah-yuh-yuh-yuh)