Badass Punk (ft. Tewsly) [2024]

Yeah, uh this beat is cra cra

I’m shooting this bitch up with a ray ray

Loaded shotgun who gets his way way

I’m a beast in this cave, feel the wave I play play

Lay you out with a word play on attacking only only

Your lonely lonely, shit is on demon time

Bars are to cold-cold, your getting older and older

I bark like a dog dawg, an OG who doesn’t get phased one bit (nope)

But how are you going say you’re an og, the G.O.A.T?

When your first syllabus comes out to light saying you’re ass

Syllables getting more slurred by the second I’m on the M.I.C

Mission is still out and caring through, my mission is become an MI6 member

You couldn’t give a damn if a rat came out your ass

Rather play who am I? Your reflection got some skill issues

Rhymes crisper, rhymes sharper, because I’m spitting to your Bbraain, so let haters raaain on my success

Because they’re too much of wussy’s to accept who’s here

It’s Tewsly reportin’ live and accept who’s here pussy.

 

We're too badass, You're a punk bitch,

Love to pop caps, and you not shit you know,

Come to my block, we'll go pop-pop,

Jump in my spot? Oh bro, no you not; [2x]

 

Hell yell the beat is cra cra, and I'm about to get on it the same way,

This whole shit's about to take place to a football field as an excuse to break legs,

The game can eat a dick since they gay mates who like to keep hopping on the hate train,

Go off at those who wants my name wasted;

Into the groove of things like disco parties, ghetto nights,

These platforms promoting, hoping that they put you on like clothing,

No length of time could be long to me cuz I don't own it;

Shit is too fun, and it feels like I just got started,

My motivation is peak, I know you must not want it,

Still the king of the jungle, and you're just not Tarzan,

Got a large hand of cards dealt and I'll punk the smart man;

You spit on my grave, then bitch I'll pop out of the dirt,

With the demons I tamed, which I'll remind that I'm cursed,

And if they take you, then I could give a damn like Hoover,

You'll see the way I'm set to move getting through my new verse;

 

We're too badass, You're a punk bitch,

Love to pop caps, and you not shit you know,

Come to my block, we'll go pop-pop,

Jump in my spot? Oh bro, no you not; [2x]

 

People think that they have an AR-15 in the back in there hand

It’s devastating man, you not a little hoodlim you little boomlim

Little boy who are you messin’ with? I should let this S-9 slip and slide

But who’s really giving a kahr about your head

When he spot deceitfulness, you better pray that he will miss,

It'll be head on complete collision, easy missions

Taken, and then we keep sinnin', these decisions

Achieve the freaking wishes that we need to win this;

I can beat the brakes off you, take your whole family and light it on fire

Shut this shit down called the gang and let run off a bang bang reference

The truth hurts bill I know but billl my good old buddy

You can’t say I’m not the number blood hound if you already dead.

We will leave you speechless, I ain't teasing, being serious,

Freedom of preaching with the speed of lightning that's beaming,

Still goes over your head, I don't think this song's even worth it,

 

We're too badass, You're a punk bitch,

Love to pop caps, and you not shit you know,

Come to my block, we'll go pop-pop,

Jump in my spot? Oh bro, no you not; [2x]