Pen Stroke lyrics

[Intro: Dedboii Kez (Slopped) & PE$O PETE]
Yuh, what? (What?)
Yuh, yuh (Ooh)
What? What?
What? Ha
b*tch, aye (Why it sound like murder?)
Aye

[Producer Tag: grax]
​grax made my beat

[Tag 1: PE$O PETE & [?]]
PE$O, what the fu—

[Chorus: Dedboii Kez (Slopped)]
Down like pen stroke (Down like pen stroke)
I write these, you better tiptoe (You better tiptoe)
Don't fight me, don't get [?] (Don't get [?])
Don't try me, b*tch, I hit those (b*tch, I hit those)
Too likely that you get smoked (That you get smoked)
Big smoke, I just quickscope (I just quickscope)
—it on, exposed, woah, woah (—it on, exposed, woah, woah)
Down like pen stroke (Down like pen stroke)
I write these, you better tiptoe (You better tiptoe)
Don't fight me, don't get [?] (Don't get [?])
Don't try me, b*tch, I hit those (b*tch, I hit those)
Too likely that you get smoked (That you get smoked)
Big smoke, I just quickscope (I just quickscope)
Yeah, get sh*t on, exposed, what? Yeah, yeah (Get sh*t on, exposed, what? Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
Aye, yeah, I was lookin' for a reason not to slit your throat (b*tch!)
Body in the ocean, sh*t won't float (Yuh)
Way from the past, sh*t gotta go
f*ck, wait, who be at the do'? (f*ck, wait)
Lookin' for a reason not to slit my throat (Lookin' for a reason not to slit my throat)
Tree what I smoke
Keep me afloat (Aye!)
Way from the past, I keep it close
Learn from it, all of me say what I know (Ooh)
Ever since Summer, young PE$O been cold
Ever since Summer, my soul prolly sold (Ever since Summer, my soul prolly sold)
I don't deserve it, but look at these flows
Look at this pressure, my aura too bold (Boom!)
If I could finally be honest, I prolly would tell you that, baby, I turn to a ghost
Right now I'm out with the Dedboii, I'm cuttin' up that way 'cause that's all PE$O really know (Damn!)
Kez want a feat'
Okay, might kill the whole beat (What?)
Okay, like you want smoke? (Okay)
Okay, Kez hit 'em fo' free and that's on me (Huh?)
He was only sixteen with a Glock-16, now his body in a box and he lookin' pristine (He was only sixteen with a Glock-16, now his body in a box and he lookin' pristine)
I'mma stay on the move, so they can't find me (I'mma stay on the move, so they can't find me)
Check on my Snap', and [?] my [?] (And [?] my [?])

[Tag 2: PE$O PETE & Emily]
f*ck PE$O (PE$O, PE$O)
[Verse 2: Token Black]
Aye, these n*ggas know me (Token Black, b*tch!)
I done came down with that muhf*ckin' .40
Bodies hit rivers, they floatin', no floaty
You can get shot with a, uh
Shot with a gat, uh (Bah!)
You can get hit in yo' hat, uh (You can get hit in yo')
Token Black Guy, I came straight from the bottom, I swear to God I won't go back, uh (I'll never go back to that)
Yeah, I used to lose, but I had enough of that sh*t (Yuh)
Born at the top, n*gga, I ain't have to practice
f*ck you, f*ck what you say, Jack Atlas (What?)
If it ain't about [?] with [?]
Token Black in the trap, I be trappin'
You be next to n*ggas dealin' like [?]
b*tch n*ggas talkin' sh*t way back then
I won't go another year without a Black Benz

[Refrain: Token Black & Dedboii Kez]
Woah, huh?
I gotta chill, aye, huh?
I pop a pill, aye
When life get too real, aye
I am just tryna to feel
We makin' so much money, n*ggas think that we tryna steal
But that's what gon' open the gates up, I'm tryna be Bill
Smoke everyday, got anxiety still (Grrah! Bah-Bah-Bah!)
[Verse 3: Dedboii Kez]
Dedboii, li'l demon, send you up to Heaven
Boy, I'mma stay on the move like a felon (Bah!)
He said he add juice on my Glock, but his [?], hey (Brrah!)
Yeah, but my Glock look like Elvis
My chopper sing blues when they givin' no credit
Uh, boy, keep my name outcha mentions
My shotty a first, but my blade, that's a second (Skrrt!)
Yeah, you be dead within seconds (What?)

[Verse 4: Dedboii Kez]
Li'l b*tch, yes, I got, the f*ck is you talkin' to? (I ain't talkin')
This is what I'mma do (Woah)
Break out my dogs and they causin' that havoc like Marmaduke (Woof)
I will not start witchu (Yuh)
I was out lookin' for a reason not to whip you up (Brrah!)
Bodies in my toilet, sh*t won't flush ([?])
b*tch at the crib, so my clique too up
Hey, b*tch, we gon' getchu stuck (Oh my god)

[Post-Verse 4: Dedboii Kez]
Feds always listenin', b*tch, I keep ten phones (Woah)
Goons and the opps keepin' tabs on the snitch phone (Yuh)
Smoke a big tree, but it's branch when the sticks shown (Brr!)
None of you f*ckers gon' live long, yeah
Kezzy be speakin' like pen stroke
I write these, b*tch, get sh*t on, uh
Y'all, they wanna tell me, "Get exposed", huh?

[Outro: Dedboii Kez]
b*tch