R Punch

Hot like a percolator drip on me until the later in the

Boulevard

Watchin the stars yeah they punchin hard

Cookin in the kusina making noise we the busina in the boulevard

We cruisin hard kindred boulevard

Put it on me my brotha

I'm in my hot boy summer

Sipping on pina colada

I'm eating carne asada

I'm in the office

Cooking up a rap

Brewing up a storm

With an ass like that

Boss shit

Chillin' on the deep end

Keep it real no I can't pretend

Born with it

This is my calling

And if I listen to you I might get boring

And fuck that bullshit

I bring the newness

Deeper with a

Subsonic

Mariana

Thotiana flowing

I body this

I'm marvelous

Anonymous

I'm all of it

While all of us

Are smoking on this a huge fat j

And I do all of it

A pluralist

I made this game

Imma hominid

Im bombing it

Remember my name

(coz)

Is it on me

Is it on me

Is it on me

Or you

Captain of ship

Kicking w the crew (yeah)

Is it on me

Is it on me

Is it on me

Or you

Captain of ship

Kicking w the crew (yeah)

Put you, put you on to new shit.

Pressure management I feel it on the newness,

They say I could really fuck around and do this.

Oohh yea you might not know

Say say say they come and they go,

Move on and out of the way can’t stay on the low.

But this a different kind of feel

Hold static I need you here to feel

Why you gotta do it for attention?

On my mind she pulls me for the tension.

Aye aye aye aye

Payday payday

Mosie make it rain rain rain rain

Chilling off grid my phone still go rang rang rang rang

Growing up I was that problem child little I

Now everybody say they miss me tryna compromise

I slide while I protect the vibe

My tribe I got my ride or dies

The catalyst?

I started going for them extra fries

Conversations with my kinship while we vapor ride

Staring at the canopies ribons in the skies

Chilling with my kinfolk I need no disguise

I done this shit since I was young now I’m that busy guy

Bro flowing like he feel himself I bite that bullet tight woah

Make way make way strutting down that runway runway

Surfing through the sound yeah we on our own wave own wave yeah

I know you miss that lovely hook spin it back like a beyblade

Beyblade

Hot like a percolator drip on me until the later in the

Boulevard

Watchin the stars yeah they punchin hard

Cookin in the kusina making noise we the busina in the boulevard

We cruisin hard kindred boulevard