Punt Rich Amiri

[Intro]
(Vivi' Soulja)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
My niggas up as fuck, yeah
Hit 'em, they knew it was us
She hit the telly, she knew what was up
Faded, smokin' on Kelly, a must
Brodie can't ball, that nigga a bust (Yeah)
Why is he talkin' 'bout bucks? (Yeah)
Brodie got left in the dust, yeah (Vivi' Soulja)
Can't name a ho I trust
Why they be hatin'? I never did none
Young nigga faded, I'm rollin' up Runtz
I gotta get that boy gone, it's a must
Fucked up my liver, I fucked up my lungs
All you rap niggas my motherfuckin' sons
Kicked out the telly, that ho gettin' punt, yeah-yeah (Vivi' Soulja)

[Verse]
Sippin' on good Toseina, I don't evеn got no fever
I don't evеn keep my heat tucked, sticked up inside the Beamer
I been fuckin on Katie, so I let go of Venetia
Havin' the key and the cheat code, but no, I ain't no cheater
Yeah, steppin' so hard, my feet hurt, woah
Oh, she don't want him, she feelin' me
Hundred a line, that shit cheap
Look at my wrist, you see a freezer
These niggas hate that I made them believe