Pick Up The Pen Lyrics

I pick up a pen and I

I pick up the pen and I

I pick up the pen

I pick up the pen

I pick up the pen and I sizzle out

Thinking about how they go through life just lying

I don't know what these niggas about

They doing the antics for the clout

See you see a camera start acting out

Get easily smoked like a black and mild

My goons don't talk they irrational

These youngins keep popping the Adderall

The drugs, the pills they had it all

He catch a body then laugh it off

Streets turned him into a animal

The streets turned him to a animal

It's getting hard to tell the fake from the real

And I swear I'm done trying man

I should work part time in hibachi kitchens

Putting rappers in frying pans

If he said he touched me he lying man

100 goons slide in different colored suits

Like Avengers brought Iron Man

Now yall done woke up the lion man

I'm all at the bar off the tequila

Now it's a thick bitch trying to dance

I don't know her hands got inside my pants

Bitch back the fuck trying to grab the bands

Walk back to the bar trying to grab her friends

She wasn't even the one with the fattest ass

Now I need a cougar that's having cash

To fly me to the plug in Pakistan

I got ice on my wrist like a avalanche

I need to own a ski lodge

I keep telling these niggas it's no new friends

Cause these bitches know that we on, yeah

I pick up a pen and I

I pick up the pen and I

I pick up the pen

I pick up the pen

I pick up the pen and I sizzle out

I spent the summer at the ski lodge

These niggas keep sleeping on me

Now I'm dropping bombs in they Bed Bath & Beyond

My eyes closed don't know I got home the car must be from Elon

I'm all in her mouth she can't even grab her phone can't even hit decline

These rappers is pussy, feline

I cannot beef you drive a Nissan

I drink the beat like a Capri Sun

They want some flows I got like three of em

When I'm in Atlanta they calling me prime time

Got me feeling like Deion

When I'm in Atlanta they calling me prime time

Got me feeling like Deion

Aye, who really wanted some smoke

Cause I am not feeling the pressure

You thought you was doing her good

But I was just fucking her better

Raindrops on my neck and my arms

Got me feeling under the weather

She say that's just her friend

But I got them coming together

The best way to block out the noise

Is just to thumb through the cheddar

Aye, I let it blow like barettas

In a four door with the fellas

I am just knowing they jealous

Long as the niggas respect us

Aint really shit you can tell us

Bro told me keep it together

I'm finna go get da shovel

Work like I got stunt double

You niggas gone be in trouble

I pick up a pen and I

I pick up the pen and I

I pick up the pen

I pick up the pen