Who Punchin'
The Mazi way
They let 4mosa on the track, bitch
Grrah-grrah, gang-gang-gang
Like, how? You gotta get back, free
The opps that be screamin' out, "Sit back"
When them niggas come home, niggas clappin'
They can't believe they made
It off of rappin'
OGE, we was trappin', bro told
Me, "Stay wit' the chop, ain't no lackin'"
In the Bronx, this shit like the 'Raq
I walk around wit' the O on my back
I'm not dissin', all this shit is
Facts, when we startеd fightin'
I was totin' chops
I was the nigga protectin' the block
And I dеad fell in love wit' my knocks
I'm not a fighter, I ain't tryna box
Free the goons 'cause they got
My niggas up top
And they came wit' the run and the bop
He gon' come home wit' like 300 shots
Like, I gotta stay out the
Mix, they get me mad
I'm hoppin' out the whip
All my opps dead, we smoke
Em' out the zip, D&D
Smokin' on him and his bitch
I only fuck wit' the Rips from
The mitch, all them other niggas, eat a dick
I only fuck wit' the Rips from
The mitch, all them other niggas, eat a dick
Who punchin'? Dead opps
They told me, "Chill wit' the
Dissin'", but I'ma keep dissin'
'cause niggas been smokin' my pops
I could never let them niggas rock
Bitch, I'm focused
They tryna trick me out my spot
You on hots? I'm on hots too
On ya block? I'm on my block too
You gave a dap to the nigga who shot you
