No Pen No Pad

(Ay, young Dzimi)
You know we really from the South bitch
No pen no pad
No cap
Ay, yeah
Ay

Put my pride to the side, boy you know we still gon' ride (Still gon' ride)
Call up Tay, boy you know that boy he down to slide (Down to slide)
Picking and choosing, I want a .9, or a Glock .45 (Glock .45)
Oh, you gangsta? Boy you better up that fye' (Up that fye')
Chasin' that money, I'm chasin' that dough (Chasin' that)
Pull on yo' block, and I'm shooting that hoe
That boy is a pussy, he really won't blow
I bet they won't try it, we strapped at my show
I bet he won't try it, got one in the nose
That boy is a pussy, that boy is a hoe
I shot a video on Riverdale Rd
Shout out the OGs, they already know bitch

Chasin' that money lil' baby (Lil' baby)
Making this money, might cop me a Range
Or cop me a brand new Mercedes (Mercedes)
I know that they wanna hate me (Hate me)
And these bitches, they wanted to date me (Date me)
But fuck it, I'm chasin' this money, the paper
I know they can not replace me
Riding around in a i8, I'm with my brothers
You know that we straight
And baby, you know that my name hold weight
Yeen-yeen-yeen my friend, too late
Bad bitch, straight from the Bay
And she keep calling me bay, I don't be doing these dates
Got steak on my plate, you ain't a gangsta, you fake
Big booty bitch, she got cake
Working too hard, don't got brakes
Flooring the gas, no brakes
I-I-I'ma do what it takes, cutting the grass for them snakes
All this money, need a rake
For a Birkin, she gon' shake
Smoking on gas, I'm baked
You know I love all the hate, traveling state to state
Brand new crib with a gate
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Ay, I'ma do it for the gang (The gang)
Boy, you know you can't hang (You can't)
Brand new Icebox chain, and I be switching these lanes
C-L-A-Y-C-O, lil' baby, you know that's my name

Put my pride to the side, boy you know we still gon' ride (Still gon' ride)
Call up Tay, boy you know that boy he down to slide (Down to slide)
Picking and choosing, I want a .9, or a Glock .45 (Glock .45)
Oh, you gangsta? Boy you better up that fye' (Up that fye')
Chasin' that money, I'm chasin' that dough (That dough)
Pull on yo' block, and I'm shooting that hoe (That hoe)
That boy is a pussy, he really won't blow (Won't blow)
I bet they won't try it, we strapped at my show (My show)
I bet he won't try it, got one in the nose (The nose)
That boy is a pussy, that boy is a hoe (A hoe)
I shot a video on Riverdale Rd
Shout out the OGs, they already know bitch

Ay, you already know what they fuck going on
Shout out ClayCo Baby, you know what I'm saying
No pen no pad, shawty it's up
It ain't none, but up for them from now on you feel me
Southside, we in this bitch
This the MOB bitch!