Punch Legend Songtext
von Punchmade Dev

Flex a hundred K on Instagram
They gon′ for sure hate (Come on)
And that's not even half of what I can showcase
On God, I be touchin′ ten thousand on a slow day
On God, I be makin' thirty thousand, add up both days (On God)

I'm not you, I got receipts to back up everything I say
I′m not you, I go to sleep with half a million in my bank
We can′t relate unless you broke three money counters in a day
I got expensive habits, I just paid two hundred for a plate

Over here, we livin' differently
I′ll spend that fifty ball you flexin' with, you are not rich to me
I′m a punch legend, I'll go down in history
I don′t pay taxes, that's the only reason Forbes ain't listin′ me


It′s sad y'all be out here wearin′ fits less than my cologne
I could really buy a house off my closet just alone (Come on)
I'm rich, if you′re a peasant, get the fuck out of my phone
Cut both my bitches off, that's the type of time I′m on

I hope you didn't think I needed you
Just because you helped me hit a play
Don't mean I′m keepin′ you (Bitch)
If I was you, I would be heated too
I found out you's a ho, so that′s the same way I'll be treatin′ you

I can make a band quicker than I can count it with my hands
Made a quick six hundred dollars off a combo with a ham
Used to only shop online until I found out how to jam
I used to hit for petty plays until I found the ID scans

And now it's all green
Didn′t nobody put me on the wave, nah, this was all me
Ask around, I pop somebody up when they try to rob me
If was you, I wouldn't have hesitated, I would've shot me