"Pen Pals" lyrics
(feat. Jimi Banks)
Orca Sound Records
You niggas all wigitty wack, The pistol is strapped
It's Jimi Banks triple the stack
It's no cap the bars all figgity facts
She like the Rolls I park told her get in the back
A lot of things under wraps ain't no mentioning that
When it come to tossing bricks all my niggas is Shaq
At the free throw but y'all gotta pay for this crack
I'm sipping Clicquot, its more champagne where we at
And my chain react is flaming gats
At these maniacs that put my name on wax
What type of game is that
Like they hustle backwards
I smoke backwoods and duchies, you cant touch me
Try rush me slugs go touchy touchy
Ya bleeding lovely with your spirit above me
Or beneath me, ya whole life you try to be me
Now you rest eternally sleepy
You burn when you creep me
Now I get served on the weekly
At the top floor tell them penthouse suite me
The luggage is LV her bag is CC
The pants is GG the belts is BB
Draped in Raf Simons while I'm having dinner
Passing plates to all my niggas this the last supper
Bad lil bitch and she Marge yellow
Its only right she blew my top in the Margiela
I'm a calm fella trippin' out to Montella
I don't fly coach I don't even fuck with Coachella
Red dots on ya face like you Shawn Pecas
And I'm showing off case you want tickets
I ain't stopping till my front lawn look like a golf course
They trying to get me put inside a hole like a golf ball
Parisian girls only greet me with bonjour
I'm never fronting if I need a suit I call Tom Ford
Jimi Banks opening accounts that's off shore
They told me that its a game of hearts and we love war
This ain't no make up shit ain't no contour
The Polo Ralph Laur the champagne out pour
Too much opps invading from my observation
Don't blow my high I bear arms and go in hibernation
All I drink is Dom & cause domination
Till I have a spot everywhere like a dalmation
Last thing I heard you tried to split the bill
How you tryna deal if you ain't for real
Eating Kosher meals out in Beverly Hills
I keep the hammer like a handy man you know the drill
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Sit your ass down take notes here's a pen
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Sit your ass down take notes here's a pen
No disrespect to anybody but anybody yeah anybody could get buh buh bodied on a song
You niggas all wigitty wack, The pistol is strapped
It's Jimi Banks triple the stack
It's no cap the bars all figgity facts
She like the Rolls I park told her get in the back
A lot of things under wraps ain't no mentioning that
When it come to tossing bricks all my niggas is Shaq
At the free throw but y'all gotta pay for this crack
I'm sipping Clicquot, its more champagne where we at
And my chain react is flaming gats
At these maniacs that put my name on wax
What type of game is that
Like they hustle backwards
I smoke backwoods and duchies, you cant touch me
Try rush me slugs go touchy touchy
Ya bleeding lovely with your spirit above me
Or beneath me, ya whole life you try to be me
Now you rest eternally sleepy
You burn when you creep me
Now I get served on the weekly
At the top floor tell them penthouse suite me
The luggage is LV her bag is CC
The pants is GG the belts is BB
Draped in Raf Simons while I'm having dinner
Passing plates to all my niggas this the last supper
Bad lil bitch and she Marge yellow
Its only right she blew my top in the Margiela
I'm a calm fella trippin' out to Montella
I don't fly coach I don't even fuck with Coachella
Red dots on ya face like you Shawn Pecas
And I'm showing off case you want tickets
I ain't stopping till my front lawn look like a golf course
They trying to get me put inside a hole like a golf ball
Parisian girls only greet me with bonjour
I'm never fronting if I need a suit I call Tom Ford
Jimi Banks opening accounts that's off shore
They told me that its a game of hearts and we love war
This ain't no make up shit ain't no contour
The Polo Ralph Laur the champagne out pour
Too much opps invading from my observation
Don't blow my high I bear arms and go in hibernation
All I drink is Dom & cause domination
Till I have a spot everywhere like a dalmation
Last thing I heard you tried to split the bill
How you tryna deal if you ain't for real
Eating Kosher meals out in Beverly Hills
I keep the hammer like a handy man you know the drill
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Sit your ass down take notes here's a pen
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Sit your ass down take notes here's a pen
No disrespect to anybody but anybody yeah anybody could get buh buh bodied on a song
