LuhCamoo - Tha Pen Still Pimpin'

Aye
I'm draped up and dripped out know what talm bout?
Four in the morning, trying to get this bitch to send the drop
So I go and pop his top, six shots out the glock
I'm on the block trying to turn some heads
I sip lean up on the rocks
I told the bitch to close her legs
I'm trying to get some bread instead
Better watch just how you play it
Better watch just how you say it
I keep a .45 and a nine to fill yo' head with lead
Bullets snatch a couple dreads
I'm talking paint the city red
I'm still screaming free Fred till Fred free
Long Live VT I'm smoking on these tree leaves
That shit we call weed
Indo, outdo, I'm smoking on Gelato
Just rolled up a fronto
I'm tryna get these packs off like pronto
Up early in the am like Alonzo
Trying to make this paper like Alphonzo
I got that Mojo just like Zozo but I keep it on the low low
Cuz bitch I'm still tippin' on these 44's
Macking on some hoes in four door at Karrol's
Then I head to Dago's
Niggas know that I be slaying hoes
I beat it up and move around
Be riding with that Pink Whitney in the H-Town
Like production's man I stay down
I can't just a lay round bout to hop on the greyhound
I'm search for some missing pounds
Shh don't make a sound cuz I don't play round
This ain't the fucking playground
Get off yo ass and hit lick
I rub codeine on my wood just to make it stick
I can't just let no bitch just think she slick
Just let me hit but can you take the dick
Knock on the clit with my magic stick
I'm better than the average
I'm better than the above
Man yo ass stank let me introduce you to some dove
And I'm trying tell you it's more to life than love
It's more to life than lust that's why I don't really give a fuck
So is you trying to fuck or what
Just suck me up until I nut
But I'm still chasing bucks depending on my luck
I'm smoking woods till I get stuck
We pull up in Scats and Hellcats
We swangin' in the Cadillac's
We swervin' in Impalas got the mac up on my lap
Is you serious? I keep that strap and my potna carry a nine
Tell these lil niggas don't play around
Cuz if we come around we gone knock you down
Like a bowling ball if you get hit that mean you the pin
This my first time pimpin' the pen but I been pimpin' these pens
Glock 17 but this the third gen
Ain't no debate on who's the man
If she ain't trying to fuck then I'm fucking the friend
Thought he was bout it but the lil nigga ran
I'm rocking all white I ain't talking no Ku Klux Klan
Get popped like a xan
These niggas be hating get turned into a fan
I'm sorry for the wait I ain't talking no Tamala Mann
7/13 I'm dropping again
I'm sending a caution we dropping ya man's
Now he holding a coffin again
Tired of sending these bullets in the wind
Uping the score trying to catch me a win
Aye save me a seat cuz I'm breaking in
Just call me the kingpin I'm taking over you the has been
Last man standing, AP diamonds dancing
I feel good I'm enhancing, I get high as fuck off this medicine
Man I got the vision just like Edison
I been chasing after all these Benjamin's
Ima do that shit till I'm a skeleton
Man I swear to God that I been genuine
That pen still pimpin, tha pen still pimpin' aye
That pen still pimpin, tha pen still pimpin' aye

Written by:
Cameron Williams

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