[Intro]
Grrah-grrah
Grrah, like
[Chorus]
Oh, it's lit? Say less
How you talkin' on bro and you didn't even step? (And you didn't even—, grrah)
Like, triple bullets, beat 'em to death
Got PTSD, I'm lookin' to my left (Baow-baow, grrah)
Like, free Flock, duckin' rec'
He ain't got no chop, put 'em on his neck (Put 'em on his—, ahh)
Fuck ya' dead, I'ma wreck
Keep spinnin' on feet, me and AB da Jet (Keep spinnin')
Like, they know who punchin', he hit the best (Grrah)
Notti dead, walk 'em up the steps (Notti)
Like, grrah, I been posted, pushin' on legs
Bobby was yellin' out, "Ma!" on the steps (Bobby)
If I run into [?], then he gettin' strеtched
Fuck Charlie (Charlie dеad), deader from deadin' the flect (Ahh)
Throw our set K and we spinnin' the Drips
Little bro get to boomin', ootin' through the fence (Baow-baow, grrah)
[Verse]
Know that bro get to boomin', they singin' they [?]
Don't get hit wit' a deady, shit put you to rest (Grrah, grrah)
Catch lil' Ddot outside, a Blizzy gettin' dead
And his mother a munch, she gon' gimme neck (She gon' gimme)
Blitzin', get to boomin', throwin' off the peg (Baow-baow)
Like, catch a Rasta, cut off his dreads
Like, try to bluff, cut off his head
Catch E wit' the dot, fill 'em up wit' lead, like (Baow-baow, lead)
Word to bro they won't take nothin' from me
The first one I see in that show, it get ugly (Baow-baow)
My nose runny, got 'em runnin', jumpin', like a bunny (Don't run)
Fuck Bobby, I heard he died, I can't go out like Sonny (Heard he—, Bobby)
Fuck Bobby, I heard he died, I can't go out like Sonny (Like, baow-baow)
Like, put the beam on his back ain't no runnin', nigga, he a dummy (He a dummy, grrah-grrah-grrah)
Catch lil' DD, on bro, I'ma send 'em right up wit' his muddy (Where you goin'?)
Don't go out like Boomer, that nigga died wit' no money (Smokin' on Boomer)
Like, Country, Notti, C-HII, Bobby got turned to a mummy (Baow-baow, ahh)
[Chorus]
Oh it's lit? Say less
How you talkin' on bro and you didn't even step? (And you didn't even—, grrah-grrah)
Like, triple bullets, beat 'em to death
Got PTSD, I'm lookin' to my left (Who on my left?)
Like, free Flock, duckin' rec'
He ain't got no chop, put 'em on his neck (Put 'em on his—, ahh)
Fuck ya' dead, I'ma wreck
Keep spinnin' on feet, me and AB da Jet (Keep spinnin')
Like, they know who punchin', he hit the best (Grrah)
Notti dead, walk 'em up the steps (Notti)
Like, grrah, I been posted, pushin' on legs
Bobby was yellin' out, "Ma!" on the steps (Bobby)
If I run into [?], then he gettin' stretched
Fuck Charlie (Charlie dead), deader from deadin' the flect (Ahh)
Throw our set K and we spinnin' the Drips
Little bro get to boomin', ootin' through the fence (Baow-baow-baow)
[Outro]
Suck my dick, like
Like, like, every opp shot, like
Don't run
Munch K was written by Yus Gz.
Munch K was produced by RIOTUSA & Winiss Beats.