4400dy – no pen, no pad lyrics
[verse 1]
i’m in the lab no pad no pen (yo’ max!)
just a cup i can pour a four in
in the studio wit’ me and my drank
dy mix the baby drac
frrrr, up the switch, it’s to his face
told the b+tch “i don’t do dates”
if you play wit’ me b+tch then you lay
i been takin’ bowls state to state, yeah
i been travellin’, someone call the ref on him
yeah, my b+tch badder than kim
yeah, you got a perfect body
that certain somebody
that purple body, that i had to sip right on
yeah, that sh+t so gorgeous
a line, b+tch you can’t afford it
it’s three hundred plus more
sh+t that sh+t you can’t find at the store
you broke, know you can’t afford this
take lean and he sippin’ tris
that wockhardt ain’t like activist
[chorus]
you ain’t gon’ sip like this, yeah
smoke a zip real quick, yeah
he’ll get switched real quick, yeah
my b+tch bad throwin’ fits, yeah
but it is what it is, yeah
gave that p+ssy to a lame lil’ b+tch
it’ll never be the same, lil’ b+tch
i just pulled up in a range wit’ ish
for all us, we stay lit like that
b+tch in the mall stoppin’ for a pic
stay wit’ my dog, dy michael vick
i up my sh+t first and he dropped his bl!ck
i just got grades, that’s it
yeah, i knew that they was finna blitz
yeah, in the trap posted wit’ sticks
[verse 2]
yeah, sippin’ on that real red, frrr, on my lap
pray for a key, seen a bird in the trap
alicia keys, choppa singin’ like that
four five wit’ a box on the back
but i don’t box, paid too much for the stick
down bad sippin’ on green, sippin’ on tris
just take my whip ’bout this
i promise that’s not yo’ b+tch
i been drownin’ in the f+ckin’ cup
i ain’t kickin’ it b+tch, that’s love
kiss the brim before i pour up
you know i’m finna get f+cked up
yeah, you know i’m finna get geeked
put a roxy pill in my lean
we in h and shoppin’, not shein
he got a problem, what’s happenin’, what you mean?
she say you a drank head, drank fiend
yeah, that’s me
she say you a smoke head, smoke fiend
russian cream
my backwood, put a three five in it
like that sh+t kd
it’s a price on his head, give my shooter the green
[chorus]
you ain’t gon’ sip like this, yeah
smoke a zip real quick, yeah
he’ll get switched real quick, yeah
my b+tch bad throwin’ fits, yeah
but it is what it is, yeah
gave that p+ssy to a lame lil’ b+tch
it’ll never be the same, lil’ b+tch
i just pulled up in a range wit’ ish
for all us, we stay lit like that
b+tch in the mall stoppin’ for a pic
stay wit’ my dog, dy michael vick
i up my sh+t first and he dropped his bl!ck
i just got grades, that’s it
yeah, i knew that they was finna blitz
yeah, in the trap posted wit’ sticks, yeah
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