No Pen, No Pad

[Verse 1]
I'm in the lab no pad no pen (Yo' Max!)
Just a cup I can pour a four in
In the studio wit' me and my drank
Dy mix the baby drac
Frrrr, up the switch, it's to his face
Told the bitch "I don't do dates"
If you play wit' me bitch then you lay
I been takin' bowls state to state, yeah
I been travellin', someone call the ref on him
Yeah, my bitch badder than Kim
Yeah, you got a perfect body
That certain somebody
That purple body, that I had to sip right on
Yeah, that shit so gorgeous
A line, bitch you can't afford it
It's three hundred plus more
Shit that shit you can't find at the store
You broke, know you can't afford this
Take lean and he sippin' Tris
That Wockhardt ain't like activist

[Chorus]
You ain't gon' sip like this, yeah
Smoke a zip real quick, yeah
He'll get switched real quick, yeah
My bitch bad throwin' fits, yeah
But it is what it is, yeah
Gave that pussy to a lame lil' bitch
It'll never be the same, lil' bitch
I just pulled up in a Range wit' Ish
For all us, we stay lit like that
Bitch in the mall stoppin' for a pic
Stay wit' my dog, Dy Michael Vick
I up my shit first and he dropped his blick
I just got grades, that's it
Yeah, I knew that they was finna blitz
Yeah, in the trap posted wit' sticks

[Verse 2]
Yeah, sippin' on that real red, frrr, on my lap
Pray for a key, seen a bird in the trap
Alicia Keys, choppa singin' like that
Four five wit' a box on the back
But I don't box, paid too much for the stick
Down bad sippin' on green, sippin' on Tris
Just take my whip 'bout this
I promise that's not yo' bitch
I been drownin' in the fuckin' cup
I ain't kickin' it bitch, that's love
Kiss the brim before I pour up
You know I'm finna get fucked up
Yeah, you know I'm finna get geeked
Put a roxy pill in my lean
We in H and shoppin', not Shein
He got a problem, what's happenin', what you mean?
She say you a drank head, drank fiend
Yeah, that's me
She say you a smoke head, smoke fiend
Russian cream
My backwood, put a three five in it
Like that shit KD
It's a price on his head, give my shooter the green

[Chorus]
You ain't gon' sip like this, yeah
Smoke a zip real quick, yeah
He'll get switched real quick, yeah
My bitch bad throwin' fits, yeah
But it is what it is, yeah
Gave that pussy to a lame lil' bitch
It'll never be the same, lil' bitch
I just pulled up in a Range wit' Ish
For all us, we stay lit like that
Bitch in the mall stoppin' for a pic
Stay wit' my dog, Dy Michael Vick
I up my shit first and he dropped his blick
I just got grades, that's it
Yeah, I knew that they was finna blitz
Yeah, in the trap posted wit' sticks, yeah