Big Yavo – No Pen

Big Yavo No Pen

Big Yavo – No Pen Lyrics

Artist: Big Yavo
Song: No Pen

Let this sh#t ride, ayy
Let this sh#t ride, ayy
You know I ain′t gon’ let this sh#t slide, let′s go, let’s go
(Ayy, roll another Wood, Terry)

Ayy, I’m in this b#tch with your ho, let′s go (Ayy)
I′m havin’ bread like Popeye′s ’bout my spinach
Ayy, smell like the gas in Lenox
Ayy, already knowin′ I’m musty, f#ck lil′ ho, just mind your business

I’m havin’ drip
So much drip sh#t like I just got done swimmin′
Ayy, my folks sellin′ that boy and girl
What’s that? Bobby and Whitney

Ayy, spin on the opps in the Hemi
Ayy, n#gg# want smoke, got chimneys
Ayy, 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 b#tch bad, I might put her in timeout

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
b#tch, what’s that? That′s a 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 f#ck you, I′m sorry, got standards

Can′t trust these b#tches, they changin’ like channels
On the beach smokin′ cookies in Louis V sandals
Open the seal, make the whole damn b#tch smell
I see a opp, he get sea shells

Boom, boom! On god
He got that b#tch 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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From the album:
On God [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020