No Pen No Pad lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
(Thanks Yakree)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Off the dome, n*gga, no pen, no pad
Last opp a big pack, that Mitch n*gga big gas
Yeah, we catch bodies, n*gga (b*tch), put my crew up on your ass
Don't get in my f*ckin' way or you gon' have a toe tag
Fooly still a b*tch, he ain't never kill sh*t
I done got my bag right so now let's hit that kill switch
If we catch him kill 6, he with his b*tch, we still hit
Off this X I'm out my top right now, and I don't feel sh*t
We get sh*t done, don't f*ckin' play with me
Like you don't know what's up
Anywhere b*tch, broad day we catch you at we hit it up
Ask yo mans how that lead feel, he made it, it was luck (b*tch)
Face to face with this Drac', b*tch ass n*gga pucker up
Why you cuffin' on that b*tch when you know the gang f*cked?
Why you buyin' all them sticks if you ain't finna stain somethin'?
Why you ain't do nothin' 'bout your mama? You know where it came from
Hit lil' shh with that Drac', I still got the samе gun
If I bounce out they pop in, kill for me, wе locked in
I'ma keep your pockets right, the one I pick go split his wig
Mitch got his sh*t wiped, I wonder what that n*gga did
Mookey still ain't text back, haha, did that n*gga in (Haha)
You know I smoke hella dope, putting sh*t on Channel 4 (Yeah)
Calvin thought he played with me, I had to let that n*gga know (Boom)
Hit lil' G3 with the car, that fat b*tch dropped his pole (Boom)
Bibby, he got stood over, left his f*cking head swole
That Teki guy still on my soul, Petey got his head blown
I can't diss that other b*tch 'cause that n*gga got backdoored
Ku Ku Gang we step on sh*t, we pop out leave ya scalp gone
I'ma catch that twerkin' n*gga, tell 'em let Lil Shordy home
I'ma give her five racks, she gon' get a lo'
Walked in with my compact, bussin' off them jiggas, ho
He on Insta' bootin', know I'm stupid with my calico
Drawn in like a Buddha we start shootin' when he doubt the door
f*ck Mitch, they mad 'bout him, zipped his ass just for the fee
He know that he f*cked up when he said he was smokin' Leeke (You what?)
Band up I blam somethin', he think he runnin' up on me (b*tch)
FN Glock my handgun, you know Dracisha stay with me (Boom)
Amiris on, she say she like my belle canana's
Balenciaga b*tch, I'm off this X, my grammer f*cked up
He say I'm a rapper n*gga, I get n*ggas touched up
Walk down, fft-fft, mm-mm, n*gga, don't duck
We be on them n*ggas ass, I dropped a bag that's just for Leeke
SRT shoot hella fast, put him in a bag can't run from these
We don't shoot no house up, wait outside and go to sleep
Stupid n*gga, mhm, fah fah, take these
I don't f*ck with rats, I never took my son to Chuck. E. Cheese
Take one of mine we get em' back, we gon' take a hat leave him in the street
n*ggas said f*ck who? Aight bet, do him mean
Hit that n*gga eggshell, all I wanna see is yolk please

[Outro]
We still stand on business, man
It's f*ck all these b*tch-ass n*ggas (Uh-huh)
We on whatever a f*ck n*gga on
We gon' hit any n*gga block
OG, old head, young n*gga, teenager, motherf*cker, it don't f*ckin' matter n*gga (Uh-huh, f*ck)
Forever Get Back Gang don't get yo f*ck ass wacked (f*ck TreyD)
b*tch (f*ck Bibby)
(f*ck Mookey)
(f*ck Petey)
(f*ck all them n*ggas, f*ck Spazz2x, n*gga f*ck Mitch, big pack)