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PACK-A-PUNCH (feat. AP3 & YuNgBrAtZ)

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PACK-A-PUNCH (feat. AP3 & YuNgBrAtZ) è stato pubblicato il 10 marzo 2026 da Third Generation Productions come parte dell'album Genre Don (feat. YuNgBrAtZ & AP3) - EP

AlbumGenre Don (feat. YuNgBrAtZ & AP3) - EP

10 marzo 2026

EtichettaThird Generation Productions

LinguaEnglish

BPM162

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Testi

My head be like bratz aww, yuh

She wanna hang around me like a rock climber, this ain't no Adam and Eve

I know they ain't catching me with them stock tires, I'm bending the corner with ease

I'm saving up money I stock pile, this ain't no regular cheese

Are you jealous of me, sitting enjoying your celibacy

Way too many bitches, they want me to link, huh

Don't touch the mink, I'ma go take yo Diamond Link

I'm moving, no you can't catch me

You can't catch me

Know I'm blasting

Forty round drum, and it's hangin out the Aston, Talking bout a martin

Roll down my window, put you in the garden

Get out the way, like, beg my pardon

APthree he mean so clean

APthree he mean so clean

APthree he mean so clean

Roll ya name in the wrap, so loud I could call it steam

But I pack a punch, got double pack, I hit you double team

I don't gotta double back, I turn around and up my beam

I ain't cutting up no slack, because you cracking at the seam

And double tap on all my weapons, even zombies feel the need

To get back when I tote this gat, you around me you under attack

Like, what you attacking, I got a flack jacket

You know that I'm packing like 500 rounds

Popping an addy, my body like static, aye

Choppa gon' hop like a rabbit

Got a brand new Patek on my wrist, they think it's magic

How I'm moving, swerving through the traffic

Music blasting could be tragic, but I'm grooving

Put you in a casket, I ain't capping

Then get right back into rapping, like don't even ask

Fuck a rifle, I'm toting a spaz

Magazine like Eiffel

Je reste de glace

But I pack a punch, got double pack, I hit you double team

I don't got a double back, I turn around and up my beam

I ain't cutting up no slack, because you cracking at the seam

And double tap on all my weapons, even zombies feel the need

Know I got the grace to be so hastily

I'm angelic, basically

Time never get wasted

Same motherfuckers still sit in the basement

No, I ain't no sucker

No, I ain't no basic

No, I ain't the one who gon' wrinkle like rasin

Hawaiian the punch

All in my cup, aye

Sizzurp, all in my gut

I know I'm new in this bitch, but I blew in this bitch

And I ain't got the numbers to prove it

You just gotta trust that I'm moving

Ain't getting bots, but I'm on the mic booted

Booted like Kodak, but know I be cooling

Cool even under the sun

These bitches be no fun

They ain't sticking like no gum

It just hit me like '01

Look directly at the sun

Cause you know I'm hot, aye

Roll up to your spot, pull out a bang

Know I'm winning, when you imitate

No, I don't want that bullshit, Got enough up on my dinner plate

Pack a punch, got double pack, I hit you double team

I don't got a double back, I turn around and up my beam

I ain't cutting up no slack, because you cracking at the seam

And double tap on all my weapons, even zombies feel the need

That's how you get it done, come on, turn me up

Ay, walk in, walk out

You claiming that you tough now

Aye shooting up the Acura, bow

Written by: Alexey Thomas Ewald-disborough, Arthur Slaughter

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