Текст песни 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
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