Passed Em

These niggas mad that we then passed em
You can't even get inside the whip if you lacking
Lurking through his hood cause if I catch that nigga then we crashing
I'll still take the hit don't give a fuck if I be rapping
She tryna show me what's it's hitting for but I ain't got the time
Two hundred k that ain't enough that deal getting declined
My young bull Sixteen a wipe yo nose he baby slime
Out here with it everyday god can strike me if I'm lying
She gone eat the whole dick I know why you love the hoe
Inhaling any pressure shit cause we want all the smoke
Light skin bad bitch I'm finna rock her lil boat
She hate when I'm off the percs she say I do the most
I can show you how to get a bag but I I ain't gone make you
I really been having my way and I know why they hating
You can't sit around all day nigga why is you playing
She wanna be my main bitch but it's cut I can't save her

Man I ain't never stressing on no old shit
Whole line up new I ain't fucking with a old bitch
Anything I ever had you know I got it sold quick
I'm out of town man I still ain't got tired of that road shìt
Shit I been dripping since forever niggas been having
The top half was Gucci the bottom Louis I was mix matching
I can tell by how she staring could've been smashed her
Boy this a hundred dollar wood you know I can't pass it
Niggas pillow talkin' through they phone them niggas dispatchers
Don't let a diss be the reason we sending clips at you
Like I was coaching on the field I send a blitz at you
Put a switch and a drum on a XD and call it a clip master
If I flip it and pull it like a bop it then it a spit faster
I know they boys don't wanna chase me cause my whip faster
Finna bust a couple moves then go pull up on yo bitch after
I think I want em both I can't decide which twin badder

All I ever wanted was the devil up off me
You gamble with yo life then yo life turn costly
Niggas risk It everyday why I keep taking these losses
Had to sit back and remember all the bosses take losses
Gas the jeep till I score niggas gotta stay cautious
Once I breathe into the mic I bet I make you niggas nauseous
White goose off the red bottoms compliment myself
Don't carry cash I keep the cards but know my pockets full of wealth
You hating on a young nigga cause the hand that you was dealt
Stupid nigga get some money save the hating for yourself
But anyway what ima wear today might pull It off the shelf
Throw a bum fit on but it's a band by itself
I got on my vlone and turnt away see how It felt
When you turned yo back on me but I turnt up by myself
I'ma keep on getting pape till It ain't no more left
Baby said if It ain't me she don't see nobody else



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Writer(s): Brian Valrie
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