"Punch Me In"

Prod. @BigBagFTSlime Lyrics: Yuh. Ay. Let's get it, let's go, like Trippie Redd I'm out my mind, I'm mental, I'm out my head I'm on the rise, I'm making bread Ole girl got thighs that'll break your neck Get on my side, it's no regrets And I'm always live when I'm on the set I'm always on, that's why they on my dick I'm a stand up guy, I hate to sit Laziness, it makes me sick Feeling hazy, I'm finna space a bit Man, these haters, they've been tasting dick You hoes ain't slick, you just don't fucking listen You're just tricking for a dicking Looking for someone in the kitchen Looking for a summer with a Looking for someone with a Listen, I don't like how you're coming with it Build a whole tunnel in it This is feeling governmental This is feeling mental What do I need a schedule What do you need a pedo What do you need a pedal Brrr, I'm so fucking cold I can't spit I'm sick, better keep a 6 foot distance I'm Cunningham like the Detroit Pistons Freak like the Summer of Sam I'm a beast and they're hunting me down I'm at my peak, I ain't dumbing it down I reek, I smell like a pound I'm a geek, I work in IT I feast, I eat like I've never had a treat Ay, these are just some random bars I'm on a random card with a random Bart Now who'd they pit me up against I guess I'm just at large I'm tall, I'm bald, I'm light I guess I'm ready for a fight All these Karens in my face Like, you're white, you're white, you're white You're white, you're white, you're white I'm a nice man, bitch fuck your life You look like you're comfortable under the knife And you fake begin and end fights A whole fake ten on a binge night Like I fucked you and your friends right Or I didn't, and then I'm gay, right She's like, you gotta pay for it, you gotta beg for it Put a leg up and get pegged for it Bitch I'll make your head sore On go, when I'm with it Pro when I'm with it On folks, I'm a get it I don't regret my decisions Bitch, I've always had the vision Even without a pot to piss in I was always staying living When I seem I'm chill, I might be livid Yea, when you been through what I have You end up a little different Not enough bitches bars I guess I better get em in I met this whoa at the party I guess I better fit her in We had the matching camo pants and the matching grins She came up to me, asked me if I came with any friends I said no, but it looks like me and you were meant I look fresh, you look mint We should chill and have some sex Lightskin bitty started twerking I started working We were at Prime, and that was perfect Her ass was clapping like a tambourine With her panties sticking out I'm eating good food, and by good food I mean chicken wings and tacos I've been swerving around Capitol Man, dodging all the potholes Man, meeting all these baddies and bitties, I'm gonzo I'm in the jungle like the Congo Beating the street like some bongos Gotta cover my head like a poncho Watch my back like a bronco I ain't trying to end up in a fox hole Or back in the rabbit hole writing manifestos With a can of spam and pesto Trying to make a plan out of a goddamn mess And sense out of all this passive aggression Sarcastic obsessions and plastic intentions Ay, I'm just vibing what's your problem Ay, I'm a giant, not a goblin Ay, I'm not broke no more so stop it Ay, I'll turn you up, you better watch it I don't wear a watch but I'm clocking Yea I swear to God but I got em Pothead bomber, hear a fire beat and it's a goner I'd n worked every shit job except for plumber Labeled Dumb and Dumber Told I'm hating who I'm loving Not getting paid for what I've done And I ain't holding you, I ain't holding back I'm just relaxed, chill Getting stacks, concealed Freelance, get a deal I'm trying to fill up vans with all my friends Let's get it I just need a chance At last, it's Clifton Just a taste.