Lil $tunna - No Pen

Might put some gold on my neck might put gold on my bracelet
Dope in the addict I came out the basement
Could be a foreign car could be a spaceship
I had to go get it I ran out of patience
I run to the money and stack it save it
You blew all your hundreds you threw ‘em and waste it
I run through these bitches I fuck and replace ‘em
You might be armed but I’m really dangerous
I’m smoking dope in the hills right now
Do you niggas know how that feel?
I don’t know shit ‘bout no deal
Your life ain’t worth shit where I live
I got niggas that’s fighting for appeals
You just trying to earn stripes you ain’t real
I just want money long as a bitch I don’t give a fuck how you feel
Walked in this motherfucker with a stick all in my pocket
You niggas know how I’m rockin’
You niggas know how it is
I’m ready to get it I’m ready to pop it
I’m trying to cop a brand new crib
But they want me catching a body
I’m back on my shit I’m the topic
No question I’m it bitch I got it
All these racks new
And all these racks blue
We keep sticks up in the coupe
You got guns we got ‘em too
I just win I can’t lose
Foreign twins I can’t choose
I sip drank you drink booze
Lame ass niggas trying to watch what I do
I heard some rumors they saying I quit
You full of shit
My pockets got tumors they leaving a dent
Your pockets they full of lint
I don’t got to prove to you how much i spent
Shit don’t make no sense
Finna gone put some ice on my neck and my wrist
Nigga say it’s on sight I ain’t worried ‘bout shit
I’m back on my shit and I’m cocky
I don’t give a fuck if you like it
Told your bitch she can suck it don’t bite it
She like swallowing nut she don’t fight it
My old raps might get me indicted
This bitch think that I’m rich so she like me
Ain’t got shit for a bitch if she triflin’
I can run through a brick in my nikes
I had to X a couple niggas out
Them niggas was lames them niggas was clowns
You supposed to be gang you letting me down
Now your ass can’t come around
I don’t see you when I’m looking around
Now you nowhere to be found
Ran up my money and a nigga held it down
Married to the money I could never settle down
Folks be doing the most when they hit up my phone
Steady be coming at me ‘bout a follow back
Maybe I just don’t want to see what you post
Some of you fuck niggas just don’t know how to act
I’m really shitting on everybody
They feelings hurting they sick and they sad
Hopped off the plane then I got in my bag
They hate that I made it it’s making them mad

Written by:
Joshua Calico

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