[Intro: Joey Valence]
Say it again and get punched

[Chorus: Brae, Joey Valence]
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a

[Verse 1: Joey Valence, Brae]
Punch, back to the source
Walking on the sky, I was born with the force
Don't care about the money
Or the power of your horses
Flyin' with my Civic, don't care about the Porsches (Skrrt)
Woah, pop out the cut, wish you were Rambo
Don't need your deal, I'm eating Nando's
No, I won't be blunt, JVB, do whatever we want
Talk to me nice or get K.O.'d
You a small fry, you look like Toad
I spit fire, I'm more like Bowser
I got you scared, don't piss your trousers
Hoodie up with the strings and a bow
Whip so low, peep the underglow
Speakers thubtumping, needs more pumping
Talk to my fist if you wanna say somеthing

[Chorus: Brae, Joey Valence]
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a—

[Verse 2: Joey Valence, Brae]
Can I get a "what"? (What?) Get cut
Don't do it for the monеy, I do it for the butt
You cannot compete, you tryna keep up
Your name's not Olivia, you don't got the guts
"Huh," that's what your momma said last night
Uh, blowin' up like a bagpipe *boom*
Born with so much sauce
I think I was a fuckin' stromboli in my past life
I'm goin' in, I'm 'bout to set the draw
Swingin' the mic like clubs at Top Golf
You pale as fuck, your feet is stuck
You cannot move, you got no groove
What is you to do?
But to accept the fate
I'ma dice you up and serve you on a plate
Go to Hell's Kitchen,whippin' up the chicken
Eat you alive, huh, that's the mission

[Bridge: Spoken Word, Danny Brown]
And now (Uh-huh), entering the ring (Uh)
Danny (Check) Brown

[Verse 3: Danny Brown, Joey Valence]
Punks, jump up, meet the wrath of my hand
Had your face fucked up like a 2K skin
Feelin' like an old Xbox lobby, I'm that nigga
So ain't no disrespect, my dogs will go get ya
Fuck what you had for lunch, you'll eat a punch
Wash it down with your own blood and you get a slump
After for dessert, make you a leaker
Bass in your face when I'm comin' out the speaker
Don't ya' front, come around here and play me
'Cause you'll get jumped, man, no if, ands, or maybe
Put you to sleep like rockabye, baby
So watch your mouth 'cause you don't wanna get crazy
So what you want, you gon' get what you're asking
My crew will Bruiser, we'll come through smashing
Time for some action, time, time for some action
No half step, 'cause my dogs never lackin'

[Chorus: Brae, Joey Valence]
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I, don't, don't, don't—
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I pack a punch? (What?)
Don't you know that I, don't, don't, don't—

[Outro: Brae]
Ah, alright