Five
Get the racks
GTR
Yeah, huh, I got bowls, what you need? I got high and low
Yeah, he just talkin' for the gram, we know that boy a hoe
Yeah, come through trippin, sideways in a charger, turn him to a ghost
Huh, I'm a real trap, nigga, bitch, I'm servin' dope
Five, catch a body, leave him dead, I'm tryna see his yoke
Middle of the summer, spent $2000 on a coat
Caught him lackin' at the light, told that pussy crack a joke
Dump the clip inside his ride, he can't even speak no more
Five, all I see is black, Maybach came with curtains
Yeah, huh, why she think I want her? Bitch, I'm steady flirtin
She said I'm actin' nervous, bitch, I'm off them percs
Huh, how the f*ck you think I got racks? I be movin' turkey bag
Huh, youngin' got no sense, he just wrecked a f*ckin' jag
Huh, catch me in the booth, spittin' fire no pen and pad
Yeah, Pointers in my watch, hit like Curry, ain't no glass
Yeah, see me out in public, best believe I got my gat
BigFresh - NO PEN NO PAD Lyrics
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Five
Get the racks
GTR
Yeah, huh, I got bowls, what you need? I got high and low
Yeah, he just talkin' for the gram, we know that boy a hoe
Yeah, come through trippin, sideways in a charger, turn him to a ghost
Huh, I'm a real trap, nigga, bitch, I'm servin' dope
Five, catch a body, leave him dead, I'm tryna see his yoke
Middle of the summer, spent $2000 on a coat
Caught him lackin' at the light, told that pussy crack a joke
Dump the clip inside his ride, he can't even speak no more
Five, all I see is black, Maybach came with curtains
Yeah, huh, why she think I want her? Bitch, I'm steady flirtin
She said I'm actin' nervous, bitch, I'm off them percs
Huh, how the f*ck you think I got racks? I be movin' turkey bag
Huh, youngin' got no sense, he just wrecked a f*ckin' jag
Huh, catch me in the booth, spittin' fire no pen and pad
Yeah, Pointers in my watch, hit like Curry, ain't no glass
Yeah, see me out in public, best believe I got my gat
Get the racks
GTR
Yeah, huh, I got bowls, what you need? I got high and low
Yeah, he just talkin' for the gram, we know that boy a hoe
Yeah, come through trippin, sideways in a charger, turn him to a ghost
Huh, I'm a real trap, nigga, bitch, I'm servin' dope
Five, catch a body, leave him dead, I'm tryna see his yoke
Middle of the summer, spent $2000 on a coat
Caught him lackin' at the light, told that pussy crack a joke
Dump the clip inside his ride, he can't even speak no more
Five, all I see is black, Maybach came with curtains
Yeah, huh, why she think I want her? Bitch, I'm steady flirtin
She said I'm actin' nervous, bitch, I'm off them percs
Huh, how the f*ck you think I got racks? I be movin' turkey bag
Huh, youngin' got no sense, he just wrecked a f*ckin' jag
Huh, catch me in the booth, spittin' fire no pen and pad
Yeah, Pointers in my watch, hit like Curry, ain't no glass
Yeah, see me out in public, best believe I got my gat
Writer: Big Fresh
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