Dom Apollo, Leto Beats - Punches Lyrics

Yeah I know you love with the drum kick
Feel it in your gut like some crunches
You can tell she be doin her lunges
She want roll with me like punches
They know I be hittin my target
Good with my hands I'm an artist
I'll pull your chord like a guitarist
I won't stop so don't get me started

We came here to tear up the function
Pump up the volume, turn to a savage, let's get it wild
She don't play football but throw it in spirals
I'm all her red zone, I'm finna touch down
End on a high note, Americas Idol
My own competition, My mirrors my rival
Shatter to pieces, Sweep up in a pile
I'm dirty, grimey, like grout in the tile
Still I'm clean, I'm shiny, no in my scratch in vinyl
I be rockin her world, got her screaming, that's Michael
You takin 5, put it off for tomorrow
I'm makin my time, strategize my reprisal
Ain't takin a chance, I'm retaining my title
I'm gnawing, I'm clawing, It's fight for survival
This soldier survivin, I'm Destiny's Child
When destiny's calling, I answer first dial
That register ring it's a heavenly sound
Gold chains and no shirt, on my 70's style
Two Nikes heavily stomping the ground
Red bone with me look like she Penny Proud
She twerk with a stank face, I'm rockin scowl
They can smell it it's pungent
Something dope comin
Dom and Brilly up always up to something
Don't worry, we gotcha
We gon keep it comin

We know you love when the drum kick
Feel it in your gut like some crunches
You can tell she be doin her lunges
She want roll with me like punches

We gonna get this bitch jumpin
Adrenaline pumping, endorphins are rushing
Don't get a concussion, we cause destruction
Volcanic eruptions, the rapture is coming
They hidin and duckin
I tell ya ass something, you follow instructions
Just shut up and don't ask me nothin
You give a lecture, I cause interruption
Ain't takin yo question, Ain't up for discussion
I live my life like there's no repercussions
I walk in, I own it , need no introduction
She feeling my rhythm, Can't wait til its hittin
She love feelin that percussion,
They losing they mind when the bass get to thumpin

Feel it in your gut like some crunches
You can tell she be doin her lunges
She want roll with me like punches
They know I be hittin my target
Good with my hands I'm an artist
I'll pull your chord like a guitarist
I won't stop so don't get me started