No pad, No Pin Lyrics

I'm tryna spend a fuckin' bend, I'm tryna reach another level

You would think this hoe a gold digger they I hit her with the shovel

Ridin' fast, I do the dash, I put the pedal to the metal

Oh, you tryna link

Look, baby, let me put it in my schedule I know my ex-bitch be mad, she out here fuckin

all these bum-ass niggas Once I leave on the pass, ain't no comin

back, there ain't no comin' to get you

I say no kids, that mean no cap, I'm tryna run me up some bag

He claim he solid, he think he hard, but he a snitch up on his friend

2016, I'm ballin' like I'm bron up in this land

You overglazed, she on my dick too much, I think this hoe a fan

Ain't Bout the pape, get out my face, I can't even hear what you sayin

He wanna 8th, but I done smoked it, I done shorted him a gram

Ballin' like I'm KB, tacklin' shit just like my nigga Cam

I had to dodge and I ain't want it, she just keep tryna get rammed

He snake me out, no, he can't come around, that nigga ain't no fam

I was smart, I passed my classes, I'm like, God, give me a chance

I do this rappin' shit for fun, it's just kinda easy

She broke my heart and then left me abandoned, I feel like jdot breezy

Let me show you how to step, I'm in his bushes, I feel like I'm sleazy

Drivin' to Detroit, I got my buffs on, I feel like I'm Peezy

Ayy, do you hear what I'm sayin'? He tryna make some money

But he broke us, he ain't got no plans

He ran, When them boys try to jump you, that is not your mans

I got this V, I stay alone, just by myself, like I ain't got no friends

He just pop the 30's like a nigga's multiplying three times ten

Photographer, your bitch get freaky when I shoot through the lens

When I shoot the shot, I know it's green, just like I got a zen

I'm tryna spin the fuckin' bin, I'm tryna reach another level

You would think this hoe a gold digger, the way I hit her with the shovel

And I know her ass down, and I know her ass in

They ask me how I write this song, I say no pad and no pen

Bitch, come on