Tuck Uno - No Pen No Pad

No pen and pad
This straight off the mental
Cross me then I'm shooting quick
Straight up off the dribble
Real nigga
I won't tell you nun wrong
Not even a little
Ain't no cap in this rap
Lil nigga this ain't just a riddle
I got lean and some Ps
Feeling like a street pharmacist
Don't jump in these streets
If you ain't ready to put yo heart in it
Married to the game
Me and my niggas
Made a partnership
She may wanna leave me now
But she gone wanna be apart of this
I been in my bag lately
Niggas can't really talk to me
If you got anything that Brody want
Then we chalking him
Rafs on my feet can't to many niggas
Walk with me
Dick so good a bitch said she ready
To stalk me
It ain't to much
I can run back a nigga bought me
Had to learn the game myself
Ain't nan nigga taught me
That Nîgga Gee like my brother
I could never ever cross him
I break bread with my niggas
Till the day that we flossing
My whole team
Feel like golden state
Cause we all shooters
Bro just got a Glizzy
And today he add a beam to it
She said that my raps get her wet
Cause I don't sing music
He said he need a bag so you know
That imma bring it to him
Brody slapping lean
Well I guess I'm rubbing off on him
I got a bitch that love me
Even though I never talk to her
Goofy tried to set the play on me
But I ain't fall for it
Shooting for the sun so if I fail
The stars I land on them

Bitch now I'm back on it
Can't to many niggas
Fuck with me
And I stand on it
Any nigga talkin down on me
Imma crash on them
I only fuck with thick bitches
So that pussy it splash on me
What would Jesus do
I can't ask myself that
He wasn't living where I'm living
It get slimy in the Ak
Brody put a knife in my back
I took it out
And now I keep it with me
I was under pricing perks
Now I'm tryna bump
Them hoes for fifty

Written by:
Kelsey Parkman

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