Fresh Out Da Pen lyrics

[Hook]
Fresh out the pen, middle finger up, n*gga
I don’t give a f*ck and you know what y'all can suck
My di*k just like b*tches, hate on, you f*ck n*ggas
Picture me rollin', the feds all in my business

[Verse 1]
Cause I’m ridin around and I'm getting it
See murder, ain’t no limits
What I started out, I’m gonna finish
Choppers out, the windows tinted
All y'all can be witness, cause we ain’t leaving no witness
All my n*ggas … n*ggas don’t get it!
Lay down motherf*ckers, this is business!
Take your personal prescription
Motherf*cker, I see demons!
Cause I got the devil in me, and my evil is my genius
And those girls catching us …
n*gga sit tight in that prison!
You gonna have to come get me
And to get me means to kill me
If you kill me, n*ggas witness dying with me
Feel me?
f*ck the feds and whoever is listening
I know ya n*ggas watching
But as long as I’m alive, who gon' stop me?
A n*gga [?], give a f*ck if n*ggas like it
But I guarantee you never met another n*gga like me
Not likely, I’m savage, you n*ggas b*tch big loudly
And girls, I eat pus*y, pus*y n*ggas stay from around me
Cause n*gga, I’m...
[Hook]
Fresh out the pen, middle finger up, n*gga
I don’t give a f*ck and you know what y'all can suck
My di*k just like b*tches, hate on, you f*ck n*ggas
Picture me rollin', the feds all in my business

[Verse 2]
Cause I’m rocking out your b*tches
And your b*tches talk real…
Telling me about her n*ggas real sexy
And I need the f*ck more protected
When the cops stripping butt naked
Gimmie anything …
So, when I’m leaving n*gga like breakfast
Ratchet n*gga don’t want…
Unless is something I die for myself, cut the…
Afraid to get large in…
We’re talking about that money, money
n*gga wore them out
That money make them turn and pin it over… talking about
Speak in tones, b*tch!
f*ck with me, you know I got it, got it
Pop that, pop that, f*ck with me, you know I’m about it, about it
Pop that, pop that, pop that ass, b*tch
You gonna get this work, let me see you twerking like Miley
Need a bad girl like RiRi that’s going off that molly
But I don't pop that Molly, and I don’t rock Tom Ford
I’m… in a Bugatti, I’m just trying to avoid the law
n*gga, ain’t trying to get locked up no more
I might stop real rapping
n*gga, keep low with that hard…
That’s not me, yeah… y’all listening
I’m innocent! Real sh*t!
But I’ll be fresh as hell if you’re watching!
Who the hell will stop me, n*gga?
Fresh out the pen, pen, pen!