NEW 2022 LATEST FOREIGN HIP POP MUSIC ALERT; JID Can’t Punk Me Bitch JID ft Earthgang Check-Out this amazing brand new single + the Lyrics of the song and the official music-video titled Can’t Punk Me Bitch by a renowned hip hop music recording artist JID off his latest album
LYRICS
Uh, pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil’ punk bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil’ punk bitch
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JID Can’t Punk Me Bitch Lyrics
I was just a, I was just a, uh
I was just a, look at me, uh
I was just a poor-ass nigga before I turned into a poet
Pro kids kicking the dirt, we playing bust ’em up, throw it
Ain’t ever been off a flat show, the fuck is foreign?
All of my heroes had zeroes and customers growing
Ain’t no ho in me, boy, I ain’t going
Pistol pointin’, ribs showing, get the point
Try disciplining, niggas disappointed
I participated, could’ve been avoided
But they killing niggas, tryna fill the void
Filling files in the draw
It’s a girl, it’s a child, it’s a boy
In the world, tryna drown out the noise
You heard that? You like that? You feel that? You do
You serve that, make a bird bag, alert pack, the flu, huh
Get a knife and get a gun too
Hood niggas don’t do kung fu
By the junk yard, niggas jumped you
Pull out the pump, can’t punk you
Uh, pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil’ punk bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil’ punk bitch
Okay, what’s happening, shawty?
From the land where the preachers always packing, shawty
No, I’m never lacking shawty
Pulpit pulls that ratchet
Eat your heart out like it’s a starving Pitbull
Shit, where I’m from, everybody got a tool
Kp said, “You post your wins, you got to repeat ’em again and again”
But see I was born for greatness, why the hell should I pretend
Like I wasn’t in the arms of Allah, bear hugging?
I fear no man, nor brandish’d steel, here’s your fair warning
The audacity to think that I surpassed them from Atlanta streets
You must be crazy, nah, let’s be clear, I’m clairvoyant
I never left from Zone 4, bitch, fuck is a foreign?
But I knew I’d drag my nuts across the world ‘fore I was touring
Europeans raining kisses, out in Paris it was pouring
Nigga, I was just Georgia where the gunshots was storming
Blocka, blocka, blocka, tell the story
To be or not to be dead in the morning
If you knew the cage that I was raised in (bitch)
Shit, my nigga, then you salute the path (ho)
I’m out here blazing (can’t punk me, bitch)
Guess he thought we’d jump and run ’cause he was pistol waiving (bitch)
Motherfucker, fuck the Devil, boy (ho)
I’m from the A, man (bitch)
(Punk, lil’ punk bitch)
Sweep, sweep, mop, mop, wow, great as Dot
Been frequenting the gunshot like a movie montage
Sip this Teremana, feel it like Dwayne the Rock
The way I rock be I-Y-K-Y-K, okay, I kick before I knock
This shit is real, real, kill or be killed, no model citizen (no)
Suspense, still here with the blue steel, stray from bein’ healed (woo)
I been stealin’ for the pure thrill
Runnin’ up in buildings like the Grinch in Whoville
What’s life without adrenaline?
Put you on a shirt, now your purge merch, yur (you)
Death is freedom, some deserve worse, huh
You get me? (Get me), you got me (got me)
I don’t waste time on a nigga lil’ diamond
That nigga mean, you mean about proxy
I don’t really fuck with these niggas like Gandhi
(What’s up? Yeah-yeah)
What’s up, nigga? Try me, lot of this shit just lucky timing
(What’s up? Yeah-yeah)
What’s up, nigga? Try me, broad day brawl and the blood look shiny
(What’s up? Yeah-yeah)
What’s up, nigga? I can always sniff out a fuck nigga
Underdog, I’ma upset the front runner
Bark big but a bite is a bit bigger
Okay, pull out the pump, can’t punk me
Crocodile Dundee, Doco-dile Dundee
Knockin’ out front teeth niggas is way too sensitive
Touchy, niggas is aunties, ah, must be havin’ they monthly
Hate it all you want, only Heaven can judge me
I just be puttin’ shit bluntly, life too hard to go out humbly
Uh, pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil’ punk bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump, lil’ punk bitch
Yo, JID, this Meezy, bruh
Hit me when you get this message, my nigga
My ass in the mountain ridin’ round
Thinkin’ when yo’ Stevenson-rolled ass gon’ drop that shit, nigga
You playin’, what the fuck?