No Pen No Pad

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

[Verse]
Off the dome, nigga, no pen, no pad
Last opp a big pack, that Mitch nigga big gas
Yeah, we catch bodies, nigga (Bitch), put my crew up on your ass
Don't get in my fuckin' way or you gon' have a toe tag
Fooly still a bitch, he ain't never kill shit
I done got my bag right so now let's hit that kill switch
If we catch him kill 6, he with his bitch, we still hit
Off this X I'm out my top right now, and I don't feel shit
We get shit done, don't fuckin' play with me
Like you don't know what's up
Anywhere bitch, broad day we catch you at we hit it up
Ask yo mans how that lead feel, he made it, it was luck (Bitch)
Face to face with this Drac', bitch ass nigga pucker up
Why you cuffin' on that bitch when you know the gang fucked?
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 shit wiped, I wonder what that nigga did
Mookey still ain't text back, haha, did that nigga in (Haha)
You know I smoke hella dope, putting shit on Channel 4 (Yeah)
Calvin thought he played with me, I had to let that nigga know (Boom)
Hit lil' G3 with the car, that fat bitch dropped his pole (Boom)
Bibby, he got stood over, left his fucking head swole
That Teki guy still on my soul, Petey got his head blown
I can't diss that other bitch 'cause that nigga got backdoored
Ku Ku Gang we step on shit, we pop out leave ya scalp gone
I'ma catch that twerkin' nigga, 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
Fuck Mitch, they mad 'bout him, zipped his ass just for the fee
He know that he fucked up when he said he was smokin' Leeke (You what?)
Band up I blam somethin', he think he runnin' up on me (Bitch)
FN Glock my handgun, you know Dracisha stay with me (Boom)
Amiris on, she say she like my belle canana's
Balenciaga bitch, I'm off this X, my grammer fucked up
He say I'm a rapper nigga, I get niggas touched up
Walk down, fft-fft, mm-mm, nigga, don't duck
We be on them niggas 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 nigga, mhm, fah fah, take these
I don't fuck 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
Niggas said fuck who? Aight bet, do him mean
Hit that nigga eggshell, all I wanna see is yolk please

[Outro]
We still stand on business, man
It's fuck all these bitch-ass niggas (Uh-huh)
We on whatever a fuck nigga on
We gon' hit any nigga block
OG, old head, young nigga, teenager, motherfucker, it don't fuckin' matter nigga (Uh-huh, fuck)
Forever Get Back Gang don't get yo fuck ass wacked (Fuck TreyD)
Bitch (Fuck Bibby)
(Fuck Mookey)
(Fuck Petey)
(Fuck all them niggas, fuck Spazz2x, nigga fuck Mitch, big pack)