Lyrics No Pencil - Lilkarti

I get them racks
Put a snake on my finger
You know im going all out
They still aint gone play with my people
Keep exotic got rid of the Reefer
She one hundred I don't want to mingle
Its no cap we get fly as a eagle
Not in the desert but I keep a eagle
Im from Atlanta I really don't see you
Bitch im Kartier don't want to be you
And yes im the one not the p2
I can see through the fake
Cause its see through
Hit up the block
We take off like a missile
Bar after bar I don't write with no pencil
How many opps you gone smoke
Till they kill you
How many times
You dropped tops in the winter
Bitch im Kartier the Artist and
They catch me painting this picture

This no cap
Just woke my momma up to racks
All in the booth got money its a satchel
I copped the stain
Im knowing that bitch faster
I dropped a check on that bitch now im daddy
Im kicking shit on a bitch like im Messi
We all got us some funds its no stressing
Dropped them racks off to KD cause he blessed me
She using teeth so I don't want no becky
We can throw hands in the street
Like its Tekken
I wanna hit up the mall cause I got a drip fetish
She go to dropping them draws
Cause them racks make her wetter
I put them Vvs diamonds on me
Not a pebble
For my niggas down roads writing letters
They stuck to the code
So we blessed them
I can not walk through that bitch
If Ian getting ten or better
I got on Balencies you think Ian stepping
I switch up the flow
No they cannot catch me
Double the cup now I got a belly
We fucked the clubup
We came with a weapon
I come through the back
The weed is too smelly
No she don't got wap she got fetty

I get them racks
Put a snake on my finger
You know im going all out
They still aint gone play with my people
Keep exotic got rid of the Reefer
She one hundred I don't want to mingle
Its no cap we get fly as a eagle
Not in the desert but I keep a eagle
Im from Atlanta I really don't see you
Bitch im Kartier don't want to be you
And yes im the one not the p2
I can see through the fake
Cause its see through
Hit up the block
We take off like a missile
Bar after bar I don't write with no pencil
How many opps you gone smoke
Till they kill you
How many times
You dropped tops in the winter
Bitch im Kartier the artist and
They catch me painting this picture

We get the money
We really get it Im having plenty
She want it I spend it
We got a sack
But I aint playing madden
Ima go get my momma a G wagon
I swear Im not bragging
We really was starving
Peep my demeanor
I swear it was hard
That pussy was sweet so
I ate it like ketchup
Not pulling up on her
That shit is a set up
She want to fuck
But no we cant lay up
You want feature then you gotta pay up
We having vibes we really be high
Private jet I put that bitch in the sky
These niggas fake I see the disguise
I go six thirty I ride for my guys

I get them racks
Put a snake on my finger
You know im going all out
They still aint gone play with my people
Keep exotic got rid of the Reefer
She one hundred I don't want to mingle
Its no cap we get fly as a eagle
Not in the desert but I keep a eagle
Im from Atlanta I really don't see you
Bitch im Kartier don't want to be you
And yes im the one not the p2
I can see through the fake
Cause its see through
Hit up the block
We take off like a missile
Bar after bar I don't write with no pencil
How many opps you gone smoke
Till they kill you
How many times
You dropped tops in the winter
Bitch im Kartier the artist
And they catch me painting this picture