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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny Brown
Vocals
Brae
Vocals
Joey Valence
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danny Brown
Songwriter
Braedan Lugue
Songwriter
Joey Valence
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Valence
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Say it again and get punched
[Chorus]
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 punch?
[Verse 1]
Back to the source
Walkin' on the sky, I was born with the force
Don't care about the money or the power of your horses
Fine with my Civic, don't care about the Porsches (Skrrt)
Whoa, pop out the cut, we shootin', Rambo
Don't need your deal, I'm eatin' Nando's
No, I won't be blunt
JVB do whatever we want
[Verse 2]
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 in a bow
Whip so low, peep the underglow
Speakers thump-thumpin', beats bump-bumpin'
Talk to my fist if you wanna say somethin'
[Chorus]
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 3]
Can I get a "what"? Get cut
What
Don't do it for the money, 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 yo' mama said last night
Ugh, blowin' up like a bagpipe
Born with so much sauce
I think I was a fuckin' stromboli in my past life
[Verse 4]
I'm goin' in, I'm 'bout to set it off
Swingin' the mic like clubs at TopGolf
You pale as fuck, ya feet are stuck
You cannot move, you got no groove
What is you to do but to accept your 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]
And now, entering the ring
Danny Brown
[Verse 5]
Punks jump up, meet the wrath of my hand
Have your face fucked up like a 2K skin
Feelin' like an old Xbox lobby, I'm that ****
So pay no disrespect, my dogs will go getcha
Fuck what you had for lunch, you'll eat a punch
Wash it down with your own blood and you'll get a stump
After the dessert, make you a leaker
Bass in your face when I'm comin' out the speaker
Don't you front, come around here and play me
'Cause you'll get jumped, man, no if, ands, or maybes
Put you to sleep like rock-a-bye baby
So watch ya mouth 'cause you don't wanna get crazy
Say what ya want, you gon' get what you askin'
My crew with Bruiser, we'll come through smashin'
Time for some action, time, time for some action
No half step 'cause my dogs never lackin'
[Chorus]
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—
[Chorus]
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—
Written by: Braedan Lugue, Danny Brown, Joey Valence