Pen Stroke

[Intro: Dedboii Kez (Slopped) & PE$O PETE]
Yuh, what? (What?)
Yuh, yuh (Ooh)
What? What?
What? Ha
Bitch, aye (Why it sound like murder?)
Aye

[Producer Tag: grax]
​grax made my beat

[Tag 1: PE$O PETE & [?]]
PE$O, what the fu—

[Chorus: Dedboii Kez (Slopped)]
Down like pen stroke (Down like pen stroke)
I write these, you better tiptoe (You better tiptoe)
Don't fight me, don't get [?] (Don't get [?])
Don't try me, bitch, I hit those (Bitch, I hit those)
Too likely that you get smoked (That you get smoked)
Big smoke, I just quickscope (I just quickscope)
—it on, exposed, woah, woah (—it on, exposed, woah, woah)
Down like pen stroke (Down like pen stroke)
I write these, you better tiptoe (You better tiptoe)
Don't fight me, don't get [?] (Don't get [?])
Don't try me, bitch, I hit those (Bitch, I hit those)
Too likely that you get smoked (That you get smoked)
Big smoke, I just quickscope (I just quickscope)
Yeah, get shit on, exposed, what? Yeah, yeah (Get shit on, exposed, what? Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
Aye, yeah, I was lookin' for a reason not to slit your throat (Bitch!)
Body in the ocean, shit won't float (Yuh)
Way from the past, shit gotta go
Fuck, wait, who be at the do'? (Fuck, wait)
Lookin' for a reason not to slit my throat (Lookin' for a reason not to slit my throat)
Tree what I smoke
Keep me afloat (Aye!)
Way from the past, I keep it close
Learn from it, all of me say what I know (Ooh)
Ever since Summer, young PE$O been cold
Ever since Summer, my soul prolly sold (Ever since Summer, my soul prolly sold)
I don't deserve it, but look at these flows
Look at this pressure, my aura too bold (Boom!)
If I could finally be honest, I prolly would tell you that, baby, I turn to a ghost
Right now I'm out with the Dedboii, I'm cuttin' up that way 'cause that's all PE$O really know (Damn!)
Kez want a feat'
Okay, might kill the whole beat (What?)
Okay, like you want smoke? (Okay)
Okay, Kez hit 'em fo' free and that's on me (Huh?)
He was only sixteen with a Glock-16, now his body in a box and he lookin' pristine (He was only sixteen with a Glock-16, now his body in a box and he lookin' pristine)
I'mma stay on the move, so they can't find me (I'mma stay on the move, so they can't find me)
Check on my Snap', and [?] my [?] (And [?] my [?])

[Tag 2: PE$O PETE & Emily]
Fuck PE$O (PE$O, PE$O)

[Verse 2: Token Black]
Aye, these niggas know me (Token Black, bitch!)
I done came down with that muhfuckin' .40
Bodies hit rivers, they floatin', no floaty
You can get shot with a, uh
Shot with a gat, uh (Bah!)
You can get hit in yo' hat, uh (You can get hit in yo')
Token Black Guy, I came straight from the bottom, I swear to God I won't go back, uh (I'll never go back to that)
Yeah, I used to lose, but I had enough of that shit (Yuh)
Born at the top, nigga, I ain't have to practice
Fuck you, fuck what you say, Jack Atlas (What?)
If it ain't about [?] with [?]
Token Black in the trap, I be trappin'
You be next to niggas dealin' like [?]
Bitch niggas talkin' shit way back then
I won't go another year without a Black Benz

[Refrain: Token Black & Dedboii Kez]
Woah, huh?
I gotta chill, aye, huh?
I pop a pill, aye
When life get too real, aye
I am just tryna to feel
We makin' so much money, niggas think that we tryna steal
But that's what gon' open the gates up, I'm tryna be Bill
Smoke everyday, got anxiety still (Grrah! Bah-Bah-Bah!)

[Verse 3: Dedboii Kez]
Dedboii, li'l demon, send you up to Heaven
Boy, I'mma stay on the move like a felon (Bah!)
He said he add juice on my Glock, but his [?], hey (Brrah!)
Yeah, but my Glock look like Elvis
My chopper sing blues when they givin' no credit
Uh, boy, keep my name outcha mentions
My shotty a first, but my blade, that's a second (Skrrt!)
Yeah, you be dead within seconds (What?)

[Verse 4: Dedboii Kez]
Li'l bitch, yes, I got, the fuck is you talkin' to? (I ain't talkin')
This is what I'mma do (Woah)
Break out my dogs and they causin' that havoc like Marmaduke (Woof)
I will not start witchu (Yuh)
I was out lookin' for a reason not to whip you up (Brrah!)
Bodies in my toilet, shit won't flush ([?])
Bitch at the crib, so my clique too up
Hey, bitch, we gon' getchu stuck (Oh my god)

[Post-Verse 4: Dedboii Kez]
Feds always listenin', bitch, I keep ten phones (Woah)
Goons and the opps keepin' tabs on the snitch phone (Yuh)
Smoke a big tree, but it's branch when the sticks shown (Brr!)
None of you fuckers gon' live long, yeah
Kezzy be speakin' like pen stroke
I write these, bitch, get shit on, uh
Y'all, they wanna tell me, "Get exposed", huh?

[Outro: Dedboii Kez]
Bitch