Punch God Hi-C

[Intro]
(Yeah, jay33 woah, go, go, go)
(Damn, damn aye, go, go, yeah, okay)

[Verse 1]
Superstar status
Scat Pack draggin'
Hi-Tech splash, I'm a punch gang assassin
Wrist on plasma, kush gave me asthma
Run up on me, now he gon' need back up
Gimme 50 feet, lil' bitch back up (Damn)
Stars on my kicks, you can tell that my racks up
Stars in the chain, wrist on Aspen
Forgie's on the whip and it crawl like arachnid
Hi-Tech splash, drinking blood like I'm Dracula
Too many hoes on my dick, I'm a bachelor
Two door coupe, V12 go faster
Hundred on the dash, ima' newm right past you
(Aye, go, go, go)

[Verse 2]
Too many racks told that lil' nigga, "catch up"
Too many hoes
Lambo truck with the suicide doors
Smokin' on Za, got my face all closed
Shop till' I drop when I'm on Melrose
My niggas in the trap, and they selling elbows
Ice cubes on my wrists, and It's cold like north pole
(Yеa Hi-C man, yea I'm finna really start going in. Alright bitch, let's gеt it)