[Intro: PG RA]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

[Chorus: PG RA]
Don't need no pen, I just hop in this shit, get active
The stick, it ain't got no kickback when it clapping
The way I walk 'round with these racks they think I'm sagging
I made my youngin walk down with that strap and let you have it
Don't need no pen, I just hop in this shit, get active
The stick, it ain't got no kickback when it clapping
The way I walk 'round with these racks they think I'm sagging
I made my youngin walk down with that strap and let you have it

[Verse 1: PG RA]
Walk down on him, get a check 'bout that
Talk down on who? I'm at his neck 'bout that
Finna count on who? 'Cause he finna rep off that
Had a killer that'll step 'bout that
I'ma leave his ass wet 'bout that
You know ain't no face, no case
My brother madе bail, did the race
Twenty bands strong onе play
I can get it all gone one day
Take flight then we going out of state
Switch plates, this shit get shaky
Get paper, keep it player
Just stay down, it come with patience
Look at all these funds I'm making
Big bank, no ones, quit playing
Just water, I ain't got no sand
Only brothers, I ain't got no friends
'Bout mine, I'ma slide to the end
Can't be my kind, too friendly
Twin just came home from sentence
And right back out here with it
[Chorus: PG RA]
Don't need no pen, I just hop in this shit, get active
The stick, it ain't got no kickback when it clapping
The way I walk 'round with these racks they think I'm sagging
I made my youngin walk down with that strap and let you have it
Don't need no pen, I just hop in this shit, get active
The stick, it ain't got no kickback when it clapping
The way I walk 'round with these racks they think I'm sagging
I made my youngin walk down with that strap and let you have it

[Verse 2: 18Veno]
Veno
I'm a top shotter, rough rider
I came in this bitch and I'm fresh as fuck
Don't tuck these sticks for fashion, n***a play then I'm gon' get him touched
My young n***a savage, spin his block, that shit give me a rush
Green light the shot, 2K
We shoot movies like Blu-Ray
Tripping of that D'USSÉ
Don't play or make the news tape
Don't play or make the news tape, you know my n***as aping shit
Shit, I wanna spare his life, but if he move, then I'm gon' take that shit
Living room floor, n***a, I was broke
Trapping in the partments, serving out the bowl
Serving at the store, serving at my auntie house
Go cut on the stove, bitch, get up, go run around
I won't never sell my soul
I'm a block star
I was mad as fuck on the way to jail in that cop car
Grandma say I'ma be on the way to hell if I don't leave the block
Fuck that shit, I feed the block
Glock don't talk, boy, bitch, I keep a Glock
(On gang, Veno, gang)
[Chorus: PG RA]
Don't need no pen, I just hop in this shit, get active
The stick, it ain't got no kickback when it clapping
The way I walk 'round with these racks they think I'm sagging
I made my youngin walk down with that strap and let you have it
Don't need no pen, I just hop in this shit, get active
The stick, it ain't got no kickback when it clapping
The way I walk 'round with these racks they think I'm sagging
I made my youngin walk down with that strap and let you have it