[Intro: Joey Valence] Say it again and get punched
[Chorus: Brae, Joey Valence] Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?) Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?) Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?) Don't you know that I pack a punch?
[Verse 1: Joey Valence, Brae] Back to the source, walking on the sky I was born with the force, don't care about the money Or the power of your horses Flyin' with my Civic, don't care about the Porsches (Skrr) Whoa, pop out the cut, wish you were Rambo Don't need your deal, I'm eating Nando's No, I won't be blunt JVB, do whatever we want Get to midnight or get K.O.'d You a small fry, you look like Toad I spit fire, I'm more like Bowser I got you scared, don't piss your trousers Hoodie up with the strings and a bow Whip so low, peep the underglow Speakers thubtumping, needs more pumping Talk to my fist if you wanna say something
[Chorus: Brae, Joey Valence] Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?) Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?) Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?) Don't you know that I pack a-
[Verse 2: Joey Valence, Brae] Can I gеt a "what"? (What?) Get cut Don't do it for the money, I do it for thе butt You cannot compete, you tryna keep up Your name's not Olivia, you don't got the guts, huh That's what your momma said last night, uh Blowin' up like a bagpipe Pourin' up so much sauce I think I was a fuckin' stromboli in my past life I'm goin' in, I'm 'bout to set the draw Swingin' the mic like clubs at Top Golf You pale as fuck, your feet is stuck You cannot move, you got no groove What is you to do? But to accept the fate I'ma dice you up and serve you on a plate Go to Hell's Kitchen, whippin' up the chicken Eat you alive, huh, that's the mission
[Bridge: Spoken Word, Danny Brown] And now (uh-huh), entering the ring (uh) Danny (Check) Brown!
[Verse 3: Danny Brown, Joey Valence] Punks, jump up, meet the wrath of my hand Had your face fucked up like a 2K scan Feelin' like an old Xbox lobby, I'm that nigga So ain't no disrespect, my dogs will go get ya' Fuck what you had for lunch, you'll eat a punch Wash it down with your own blood and you get a slump After for dessert, make you a leaker Bass in your face when I'm comin' out the speaker Don't ya' front, come around here and play me 'Cause you'll get jumped, man, no ifs, ands, or maybe Put you to sleep like "Rockabye Baby" So watch your mouth, 'cause you don't wanna get crazy So what you want, you gon' get what you're asking My crew will Bruiser, we'll come through smashing Time for some action, time, time for some action No half step, 'cause my dogs never lackin'
[Outro: Brae, Joey Valence] Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?) Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?) Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?) Don't you know that I-, don't-, don't- don't- Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?) Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?) Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?) Don't you know that I-, don't-, don't- don't- Ah, alrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
