[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 she can't show at lеast hundred dollars, I'ma leave this bitch

You bеtter 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