Big Yavo - No Pen 2 lyrics
[Big Yavo - No Pen 2 lyrics]
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav) skrrt, uh
Let this shit ride
You know I ain't gon' let
This shit slide, let's go, let's go
(I don't even write this shit myself)
Ayy, I'm in that bitch with your ho
(Skrrt, skrrt) let's go, ayy
Say still having bread like Popeye's
But this time
Young nigga smokin' on spinach
Still ain't writing shit down
Everything off the head
No cap, I ain't seen me a pen in a minute
Count racks with my manager
Back of the Bentley
Ayy, brand new whip, can't lie, it's rented
Probably thought it was mine how
The bitch came tinted
Five percent, can't see shit in it
I say my nigga ride with Smiths like Emmitt
(Uh) and these niggas act gangsta
But really be timid
They be puttin' on a front just
To keep up a image (Bitch)
Make a bitch turn her head like Timmy (Gang)
And I'm smokin' on cookie
So I'm still musty (Musty)
Designer head to my feet
Remember I was dusty
I got my strap in the party
I hope they don't touch me (Strap)
Pull up, park the car, hop out
I'm clutchin'
These niggas cheap like crabs
Why you say that? (Huh?)
Don't wanna spend their money
The shit gettin' crusty
My diamonds water like Harriet Tubman
You can get put in the sky
All that starin' and muggin'
Just gotta pay somethin' to see him
I be barely clubbin'
In the field catchin' plays
I should've tried out for rugby
If she tell me she like me
Then I know she love me
I got time to lay up
Help me count up this money
If you seen what I seen
Then you probably would vomit
(Probably would vomit)
And this shit that I'm rappin'
I seen it or done it
You can't take the streets out
You can't take the hood from me
I just rolled through that bitch with
Two Glocks and a hundred
If I tell you what I do
Probably think that I'm stuntin'
Just bought a Moncler jacket
It's finna get cold
I say these niggas pussy
Don't stick to the code
Ice cream, rockin' these shows on the road
Call me Yay Hefner, havin' these hoes
Bitch do what you say when
You havin' these loads
She told me you lame, always tellin' her
"No" (No)
Out here like you havin', but really
You broke (Go, go)
These niggas be cappin'
Ain't havin' no motion (Niggas be cap)
Ain't ran up a fifty, you gotta be jokin'
(Jokin')
If it ain't a Hemi, it gotta be foreign
(Skrrt)
We really got switches when we be out touring
Straight pull up and hit him
I knock out his coins (Boom)
Them diamonds ain't hittin', ho
Gotta be bronze
Me and my son ballin', I feel like LeBron
(Let's go)
My lil' partner, he ain't been home
He been on the run
And we used to hit licks to get us some funds
(Get up)
Ayy, now I do shows and get off the P's
(Now I do shows and get off the)
Big boss, make her get on her knees
And they wiping your nose
So you better not sneeze
Say still having bread like Popeye's
But this time
Young nigga smokin' on spinach
Still ain't writing shit down
Everything off the head
No cap, I ain't seen me a pen in a minute
Count racks with my manager
Back of the Bentley
Ayy, brand new whip, can't lie, it's rented
Probably thought it was mine how
The bitch came tinted
Five percent, can't see shit in it
Nigga a bitch gang
This shit still musty member I was
Let this shit ride
You know I ain't gon' let
This shit slide, let's go, let's go
(I don't even write this shit myself)
Ayy, I'm in that bitch with your ho
(Skrrt, skrrt) let's go, ayy
Say still having bread like Popeye's
But this time
Young nigga smokin' on spinach
Still ain't writing shit down
Everything off the head
No cap, I ain't seen me a pen in a minute
Count racks with my manager
Back of the Bentley
Ayy, brand new whip, can't lie, it's rented
Probably thought it was mine how
The bitch came tinted
Five percent, can't see shit in it
I say my nigga ride with Smiths like Emmitt
(Uh) and these niggas act gangsta
But really be timid
They be puttin' on a front just
To keep up a image (Bitch)
Make a bitch turn her head like Timmy (Gang)
And I'm smokin' on cookie
So I'm still musty (Musty)
Designer head to my feet
Remember I was dusty
I got my strap in the party
I hope they don't touch me (Strap)
Pull up, park the car, hop out
I'm clutchin'
These niggas cheap like crabs
Why you say that? (Huh?)
Don't wanna spend their money
The shit gettin' crusty
My diamonds water like Harriet Tubman
You can get put in the sky
All that starin' and muggin'
Just gotta pay somethin' to see him
I be barely clubbin'
In the field catchin' plays
I should've tried out for rugby
If she tell me she like me
Then I know she love me
I got time to lay up
Help me count up this money
If you seen what I seen
Then you probably would vomit
(Probably would vomit)
And this shit that I'm rappin'
I seen it or done it
You can't take the streets out
You can't take the hood from me
I just rolled through that bitch with
Two Glocks and a hundred
If I tell you what I do
Probably think that I'm stuntin'
Just bought a Moncler jacket
It's finna get cold
I say these niggas pussy
Don't stick to the code
Ice cream, rockin' these shows on the road
Call me Yay Hefner, havin' these hoes
Bitch do what you say when
You havin' these loads
She told me you lame, always tellin' her
"No" (No)
Out here like you havin', but really
You broke (Go, go)
These niggas be cappin'
Ain't havin' no motion (Niggas be cap)
Ain't ran up a fifty, you gotta be jokin'
(Jokin')
If it ain't a Hemi, it gotta be foreign
(Skrrt)
We really got switches when we be out touring
Straight pull up and hit him
I knock out his coins (Boom)
Them diamonds ain't hittin', ho
Gotta be bronze
Me and my son ballin', I feel like LeBron
(Let's go)
My lil' partner, he ain't been home
He been on the run
And we used to hit licks to get us some funds
(Get up)
Ayy, now I do shows and get off the P's
(Now I do shows and get off the)
Big boss, make her get on her knees
And they wiping your nose
So you better not sneeze
Say still having bread like Popeye's
But this time
Young nigga smokin' on spinach
Still ain't writing shit down
Everything off the head
No cap, I ain't seen me a pen in a minute
Count racks with my manager
Back of the Bentley
Ayy, brand new whip, can't lie, it's rented
Probably thought it was mine how
The bitch came tinted
Five percent, can't see shit in it
Nigga a bitch gang
This shit still musty member I was