(Black punk)
(Black punk)

Black punk
Black lipstick all over my fat blunt
Beat her face red, I ain't talking 'bout blush
No exorcism, choppin', get your head spun
Black punk
Black punk
Black punk
Black punk

Look at the diamonds, they glisten and glisten
I can't tell the time 'cause my watch never tickin'
I be with my day ones, 'cause I don't fake kickin'
My hands always sweaty, my palms always itchin'
Steady complainin', man, stop with the bitchin'
Double C on my frames, I guess I got the vision
Just made a couple hundred thousand, what a feelin'
My hitters, they bangin', they'll blow any minute
Walk through the front, but I still get the bag
Nigga act stupid, I might have to smack
Life is a movie but I never act
Told her to pull up, I sent her the addy
Rocking the latest, your bitch love my fashion
Credit card limitless, bitch, ain't no maxin'
Smoke out the pound, if you shoppin', I'm taxin'
None of these bitches in my bracket

Black punk
Black lipstick all over my fat blunt
Beat her face red, I ain't talking 'bout blush
No exorcism, choppin', get your head spun
Black punk
Black punk
Black punk
Black punk

(Black punk)
(Black lipstick all over my fat blunt)
(Black punk)
(Beat her face red, I ain't talking 'bout blush)
(Black punk)
(Black lipstick all over my fat blunt)
(Black punk)
(Beat her face red, I ain't talking 'bout blush)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson, Dane Mcquillan, Daniel A. Magalhaes, Maria Kelly