Correction Lyrics Punch Me In Pt. 3 by Stunna 4 Vegas

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Uh (Uh), it's 4X (Ha)
It's 4X, 4X, 4X (Big 4X)
Big Stunna, n***a
F**k you talkin' 'bout?
Half-a** gon' smack a n***a on GP (Slime, I got 20 on my beat)

Who I got on my beat? 20 (Ooh)
Uh, police just took four of my rods, f**k it, we got plenty (F**k 'em)
Uh, I'm tryna f**k on your lil' thot and she tryna suck my Jimmy (Thot, thot)
Uh, I see that bag, give me (Come here)
Uh, make my momma proud, Penny (Yeah)
Uh, I'm smoking on gas, this sh*t louder than a Hemi
Uh, I tell a b*t*h giddy up (Ooh)
Plug dropping off and I pick it up
Popping off of them licks and we stick 'em up (Like pu**y, come here)
Uh, lil' n***a, give it up (Come here)
These b*t*h n***as wanna get rid of us
We smashing they b*t*hes, they sick of us (Thot, thot)
Uh-huh, uh, uh, I'm f**king that ho 'til I'm tired (Uh)
She hold the Glock, we Bonnie and Clyde
B*t*h n***a, you wouldn't even kill a fly (Get 'em outta here)
N***a be like, "F**k Stunna"
Oh, that's how you feeling, gangster? (Huh?)
You really ain't killer, ain't you?
Y'all bang on the net, but we really bangin' (Slime)
Uh, y'all heard about Fast and Jojo, they really spanking n***as out
If I tell 'em, "Whoop 'em," give 'em some clout (Go get 'em)
They think it was game, but caught us a mouse (B*t*h)
I'm twenty floors up with your b*t*h (Uh)
She ate the d**k, out (Thot)
Finna get Ma Dukes a big house
I used to sleep on Vick's couch
Uh, young n***a, I'm bossed up like Rick Ross (Uh)
Play a n***a out like pish-posh
I ain't doing no woofin', that stick talk (Clah)
He in my DM asking for a verse, nope, he p*ssed off (F**k)
I hit his b*t*h when he c*cked in and I'm gone soon as he get off (Facts, ooh)
I'm punchin' in, I ain't punchin' on clocks, b*t*h (No)
And I ain't signin' no deal if I can't be on this hot sh*t (F**k)
Grew up like, "Slow down 'fore you blow that bag and you ain't got sh*t" (Huh?)
I go broke, I'ma rob sh*t
Run down on them rods with that raw sh*t (Grah, grah, grah, get 'em outta here)
Uh, uh, uh, she like, "That lil' n***a so hard, b*t*h" (Ooh)
I'm talking raw sh*t (Raw)
Big Stunna on boss sh*t
I get you gone, n***a
Your life don't cost sh*t (B*t*h)
My lil' n***a don't even wanna go to the shows, he wanna off sh*t (Ha)
I'ma stand on whatever I say, "Ten toes," that's why I talk sh*t (Yeah)
Dissin' in raps, that n***a on some hip-hop sh*t (What?)

But we don't do the lip box sh*t (No)
We just fill up your box sh*t

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