Lyrics No Pen - Big Yavo

Let this shit ride, (ay)
Let this shit ride, (ay
You know I ain't gon' let this shit slide, let's go, let's go
(Ayy, roll another Wood, Terry)
Ayy, I'm in this bitch with your ho, let's go (ay)

I'm havin' bread like Popeye's 'bout my spinach
Ayy, smell like the gas in Lenox
Ayy, already knowin' I'm musty, fuck lil' ho, just mind your business (mind your business)
I'm havin' drip
So much drip shit like I just got done swimmin' (ay)
My folks sellin' that boy and girl
What's that? Bobby and Whitney (ay)
Spin on the opps in the Hemi (ay)
Nigga want smoke, got chimneys (ay)
My lil' n Dennis a menace

I think I'm a Indian, plays in Pinson
Havin' so many clips, I could shoot me a movie
Smokin' exotic, my Woods be boujee
Young thug ridin' with gunners and Uzis
Opps think I'm - spin they block in a dually
Police or ambulance, opp don't know who to call
Swear the stick good, made the ref call a shooting foul
I spit crack, dope, the lines out
My bitch bad, I might put her in timeouts

Ran off on the plug like Plies
Damn, he gon' be mad when he find out
I put a potato on top of the glock
So when I shoot, they don't find out
These n 12
Brady, I'm Randy - throw a pack and I'm wide out
I'm throwin' nine bullets in the wind
Bitch, what's that? That's drew breeze
I'm tryna wipe a n nose quick
Glock like - with -
I'm 'bout my paper like loose leaf
Hope you got insurance, I'ma crash, sue me
Smoke a whole G, no reggie, this kush
Know a n name Reggie'll lay in your bush
Victoria's Secret, these n be tellin'
Inhalin' this gas, hope I get to heaven
Shootin' craps at 7-Eleven

Ayy, I'm havin' drip like a reverend
These n rats, they peasants
Play with the gang, get wrapped like a present
Pull up a photo and shoot like a camera
Glock in the left hand, Julius Randle
Black and white diamonds, I feel like a panda
You a 8, I can't fuck you, I'm sorry, got standards
Can't trust these bitches, they changin' like channels
On the beach smokin' cookies in Louis V sandals
Open the seal, make the whole damn bitch smell
I see a opp, he get sea shells

Boom, boom! On god
He got that bitch from the beach
Ayy, saved by the bell like Screech
I had to trap the lean, get out the street
Ayy, you know I'm real street
Ayy, you know I'm real street
Ayy