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no pen 2 - big yavo lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, let that sh*t ride, tav)
skrrt, uh
let this sh*t ride
you know i ain’t gon’ let this sh*t slide, let’s go, let’s go
(i don’t even write this sh*t myself)
ayy, i’m in that b*tch with your ho (skrrt*skrrt)
let’s go, ayy

[chorus]
say still having bread like popeye’s
but this time, young n*gga smokin’ on spinach
still ain’t writing sh*t down, everything off the head
no cap, i ain’t seen me a pen in a minute
count racks with my manager, back of the bentley
ayy, brand new whip, can’t lie, it’s rented
probably thought it was mine how the b*tch came tinted
five percent, can’t see sh*t in it

[verse]
i say my n*gga ride with smiths like emmitt (uh)
and these n*ggas act gangsta, but really be timid
they be puttin’ on a front just to keep up a image (b*tch)
make a b*tch turn her head like timmy (gang)
and i’m smokin’ on cookie so i’m still musty (musty)
designer head to my feet, remember i was dusty
i got my strap in the party, i hope they don’t touch me (strap)
pull up, park the car, hop out, i’m clutchin’
these n*ggas cheap like crabs, why you say that? (huh?)
don’t wanna spend their money, the sh*t gettin’ crusty
my diamonds water like harriet tubman
you can get put in the sky, all that starin’ and muggin’
just gotta pay somethin’ to see him, i be barely clubbin’
in the field catchin’ plays, i should’ve tried out for rugby
if she tell me she like me, then i know she love me
i got time to lay up, help me count up this money
if you seen what i seen, then you probably would vomit (probably would vomit)
and this sh*t that i’m rappin’, i seen it or done it
you can’t take the streets out, you can’t take the hood from me
i just rolled through that b*tch with two glocks and a hundred
if i tell you what i do, probably think that i’m stuntin’
just bought a moncler jacket, it’s finna get cold
i say these n*ggas p*ssy, don’t stick to the code
ice cream, rockin’ these shows on the road
call me yay hefner, havin’ these hoes
b*tch do what you say when you havin’ these loads
she told me you lame, always tellin’ her, “no” (no)
out here like you havin’, but really, you broke (go, go)
these n*ggas be cappin’, ain’t havin’ no motion (n*ggas be cap)
ain’t ran up a fifty, you gotta be jokin’ (jokin’)
if it ain’t a hemi, it gotta be foreign (skrrt)
we really got switches when we be out touring
straight pull up and hit him, i knock out his coins (boom)
them diamonds ain’t hittin’, ho, gotta be bronze
me and my son ballin’, i feel like lebron (let’s go)
my lil’ partner, he ain’t been home, he been on the run
and we used to hit l!cks to get us some funds (get up)
ayy, now i do shows and get off the p’s (now i do shows and get off the—)
big boss, make her get on her knees
and they wiping your nose, so you better not sneeze
[chorus]
say still having bread like popeye’s
but this time, young n*gga smokin’ on spinach
still ain’t writing sh*t down, everything off the head
no cap, i ain’t seen me a pen in a minute
count racks with my manager, back of the bentley
ayy, brand new whip, can’t lie, it’s rented
probably thought it was mine how the b*tch came tinted
five percent, can’t see sh*t in it

[outro]
n*gga a b*tch
gang
this sh*t still musty
‘member i was—

- big yavo lyrics

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