[Verse 1: Punchmade Dev]

Confidential with the sauce, I paid a ticket, I might put you on

Before I hit the ATM, I slip my hoodie on

Clutch and pull, I'm quick to pop a fan, I don’t know what he on

I'm paranoid, he might be a ham mad I ain't put him on (Bitch)

I’m a legend, it's a fee to talk to me

If it ain't ten thousand or more, there ain't no point to talk to me (10k)

You can't keep up or compete to what my pockets see

I hear you bragging about hundred thousand, that's not a lot to me

I knew I said that I was done, but I'ma keep on punching jacks

I knew I said that I was done, but I'ma keep on up and rackz (On god)

The fiends hooked, they gon’ keep on coming back

I’ve been hustling for a year and lying like I'm up off rap

But if I’m honest, I can give a fuck about rap

Half a play from me ain't even close to what I touch off rap

I'm top tier, number one in every punch and stack

I can't wait till Apple drop a new phone, I’m back to punching that

[Verse 2: Trapboydre10k]

Payin' Punchmade, it's the kill, it's a DOA

Went and did a feature, Dev hit a BOA

Not going back to jail, see the lies, I'ma get away

Just hit the bank and walked out with like 50k

Real trap, nigga, but I fuck with the scammers

Call my opp lackin he'll turn to a dancer

You think it's a joke, till we pull up and blow nigga

Say he want smoke, then we giving him cancer

I slid and caught three of the lies, come and get me

And ask me about it, I don't know the answer

I gotta stay high, hit the plug for some pills

In that dog with my bro, sipping dirty Diana

Hopping out, walk him down, kill him on camera

Catch me a body, then go to Atlanta

I'm the youngest with a sack, getting fat like Santa

I've been stacking up, finna get this Porsche Panamera