Can't Punk Me

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?