Can’t Punk Me Lyrics – JID ft. Earthgang

[Intro: JID]
I was just a, I was just a, uh
I was just a, look at me, uh

[Verse 1: JID]
I was just a poor-as* n!gga
Before I turned into a poet
Pro kids kicking the dirt
We playing buss 'em up,  throw it
Ain't never been off a flat show
The f**k is a foreign?
All of my heroes had zeroes and customers growing
Ain't no hoing me boy, I ain't going
Pistol point, ' rib showing
Get the point, try disciplining
A n!gga's disappointed, I participated
Could've been avoided
But they kill a n!gga, try to fill the void
Feeling fouls and a draw
It's a girl, it's a child
It's a boy in a world, tryna drown out the noise
You heard that? You like that?
You feel that? You do
You serve that, make a bird bag
Alert pack, the flu, huh
Get a knife and get a gun too
Hood n!ggas don't do Kung-Fu
'Bout to jump y'all, n!gga, jumped you
Pull out the pump, can't punk you, uh

[Chorus: JID]
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b!tch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b!tch
Pull out the pump, lil' punk b!tch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b!tch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b!tch
Pull out the pump, lil' punk b!tch

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus & JID]
Okay, what's happening shawty?
From the land where the preachers always packing, shawty
No, I'm never lacking, shawty
Pulpit pulls that ratchet eat your heart out
Like it's a starving pitbull
Sh!t, where I'm from, everybody got a tool
KP said, "You post your wins
You gotta repeat 'em again and again"
But see, I was born for greatness
Why the hell should I pretend?
Like I wasn't in the arms of Allah, bear-hugging
I fear no man nor brandish steel
Here's your fair warning
The audacity to think that
I surpassed them from Atlanta streets
You must be crazy, nah
Let's be clear, I'm clairvoyant
I never left from Zone-4
B!tch, f**k is a foreign?
But I knew I'd drag my nuts across
The world 'fore I was touring
Europeans raining kisses out in Paris, it was pouring
N!gga, I was just in Georgia
Where the gunshots was storming
Blacka, blacka, blacka, tell the story
To be or not to be dead in the morning
If you knew the cage that I was raised in (B!tch)
Sh!t, my n!gga, then (Ho)
You should loot the path I'm out here blazing
(Here, punk me, b!tch)
Guess he thought we jumping
Run 'cause he was pistol waving (B!tch)
Motherf**ker, f**k the devil (Ho)
Boy, I'm from the A, man
(B!tch, punk, lil' punk, b!tch)

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
Sweep, sweep, mop, mop
Wow, great as Dot
Been frequenting the gunshot like a movie montage
Sip this Teremana, feel it like Dwayne the Rock
The way I rock be I-Y-K-Y-K, okay, I kick before I knock
This sh!t is real, real
Kill or be killed, no model citizen (No)
Suspense, still here with the blue steel
Stray from being healed (Woo)
I been stealing 'fore the pure thrill
Running up in buildings like the Grinch in Whoville
(Hahaha)
What's life without adrenaline?
Put you on a shirt, now your purge merch, you
(You, you, you)
Death is freedom, some deserve worse, huh
You get me? (Get me)
You got me (You got me)
I'm always talking but a n!gga lil' diamond
That n!gga mean, you mean about proxy
I don't really f**k with these n!ggas like Gandhi
(What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, n!gga? Try me
Lot of this sh!t just lucky timing
(What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, n!gga?
Try me, broad day brawl and the blood look shiny
(What's "yeah-yeah")
What's up, n!gga?
I can always sniff out a f**k n!gga
I'm the dog, I'ma upset the front runner
Bark big but a bite is a bit bigger
Okay, pull out the pump, can't punk me
Crocodile Dundee, Doco-dile Dundee
Knocking out front teeth
N!ggas is way too sensitive
Touchy, n!ggas is aunties, ah
Must be having they monthly, hate it all you want
Only hell can judge me
I just be putting sh!t bluntly
Life too hard to go out humbly

[Chorus: JID]
Uh, pull out the pump, can't punk me, b!tch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b!tch
Pull out the pump, lil' punk b!tch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b!tch
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can't punk me, b!tch
Pull out the pump, lil' punk b!tch

[Outro: Meezy]
Yo, JID, this Meezy, bruh
Hit me when you get this message, my n!gga
My as* in the mountain riding round
Thinking when yo' Stevenson Road as* gone drop that sh!t
N!gga
You playing, what the f**k?