“Million Off Slips” brings Punchmade Dev and Cyraq together for a stretch of hard trap/drill energy that refuses to let up. They pass bars focused on the absolute readiness against opps and that dark production keeps every second tense. The chemistry holds steady and the whole cut stays locked in front to back.
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Lyrics for “Punchmade Dev – Million Off Slips”:
Punchmade Dev: Beat up the road, just me and Siri I'm making a mill off slips, rap shit getting old, fuck doing a show I'm forever going to live like this These niggas lying like they took something from me, and that shit kind of lame I'm wreaking havoc behind my chain I want blood spilled if they even mention the shit I pay go get him, roll down the window, catch him Don't care if I'm doing the most, turn him to a ghost And erase his ass right off the picture Tweak with me, come a permanent nap, don't get rolled up in a permanent swisher I want his brains all over the streets, the ambulance got to come pick up a ni**er I'm an internet reaper, behind the scenes I got the industry scared of me I wipe a rap nigga clean off the internet and his career, then take it and bury it Y'all got ten niggas inside of that crib, ain't paying the rent, y'all broke and sharing it I really love what I do, I take my MSR out on a date and marry it I wore the pockets out in my Amiris, the paper won't fit, I guess I got to carry it You bought a chain that you no longer have, how the fuck does it feel seeing someone else wearing it? Wait till the smoke die down, get up with them three months later, he thought we was sparing him They blew his bitch ass off the porch, y'all had to go grab his body and carry him Cyraq: They shoot the hole when they bury him, spin through the phone and delete me a character bitch Bullets connect like Bluetooth, smoking on [_] on pairing them. I jump out, get the suit like Tom and I catch them and splash them, nigga I carried them Your brother got smoked as he said he was smoking on drugs, shoulda cherished them Punch gang ain't doing no punching, I go out to eat with the Drako when I'm lunching She get scared just like Halloween with hollows and beans, and go through a nigga pumpkin Turn a nigga block to Call of Duty TDM Spin back on your home, I'mma CD pimp Spin through the hood trying to leave some spinning Everybody remember that TV lil Put a nigga up like a TV lip Work out with that but get a PE kill I killed everything on the tape, one month later I'm give me a EP kill I'm on with a rapper for real, the nigga got a deal and still can't see me still Nobody want to pick me for the kill, it's scary to be on that mission for real Punchmade Dev: Beat up the road, just me and Siri I'm making a mill off slips, rap shit getting old, fuck doing a show I'm forever going to live like this These niggas lying like they took something from me, and that shit kind of lame I'm wreaking havoc behind my chain I want blood spilled if they even mention the shit I pay go get him, roll down the window, catch them, and drank Don't care if I'm doing the most, turn him to a ghost Erase his ass right out the picture Tweak with me, become a permanent nap, don't get rolled up in a permanent swisher I want his brains all over the streets, the ambulance got to come pick up a ni**er
