Passing Thru
Yeah
Ahh
Yeah... Ohh
Ahh
Ohh
Ahh
Yeah
Ahh
Niggas talk like they about money but they crashing out
All you niggas hoes And y'all gon Fold but ain Spazzen out
I'm smoking on this pressure pack
This shit here got me passing out
This black truffle some pressure Ain't no pressure I'ma pass it now
Applying that pressure money's a Bitch I'ma pass her round
Pitty pat hop in that skat
I'm not tripping I'm out of town
Get that money bring it back
Ain't no cap we aint playing round
I think this lil bitch like me
She be geekin off the way I sound
Haha
Roll out the carpet
You fucking wit a star
Hard Nard go retarded
But my doe up to par
Yeah I know I'm a target
But you can't shoot to Mars
Niggas mad that we made it
He probably didn't do his part
Just play your cards if you smart
Don't take this business too heart
We never finish what we start
Bitch I'll be right back tomorrow
Don't take them killings too far
Them bodies buried in the yard
Don't send me no fucking brisk Boy exotic leaves come in jars
Might spend a band at the bar Stringing that bitch lead guitar
She want ride wit me for sure
I lead that bitch she Chauffeur
I stuff a bag like stouffer's
She bluffing me like poker
Risky business
But she gon take this ride
Roller coaster
Ride wit me
Bring it back
Dropping crack
Nak Nak
Peel yo back for a sack
Where it's at
Dummy sack
Origami on the track
We stay where that border be
We swav'n unorderly
We pay cuz it's more to eat
This paper be morphing me
Been eaten since I been eating This a second course for me
These niggas some dorks to me
We taking it forcefully
Niggas talk like they about money but they crashing out
All you niggas hoes And y'all gon Fold but ain Spazzen out
I'm smoking on this pressure pack
This shit here got me passing out
This black truffle some pressure Ain't no pressure I'ma pass it now
Applying that pressure money's a Bitch I'ma pass her round
Pitty pat hop in that skat
I'm not tripping I'm out of town
Get that money bring it back
Ain't no cap we aint playing round
I think this lil bitch like me
She be geekin off the way I sound
Haha
Ahh
Yeah... Ohh
Ahh
Ohh
Ahh
Yeah
Ahh
Niggas talk like they about money but they crashing out
All you niggas hoes And y'all gon Fold but ain Spazzen out
I'm smoking on this pressure pack
This shit here got me passing out
This black truffle some pressure Ain't no pressure I'ma pass it now
Applying that pressure money's a Bitch I'ma pass her round
Pitty pat hop in that skat
I'm not tripping I'm out of town
Get that money bring it back
Ain't no cap we aint playing round
I think this lil bitch like me
She be geekin off the way I sound
Haha
Roll out the carpet
You fucking wit a star
Hard Nard go retarded
But my doe up to par
Yeah I know I'm a target
But you can't shoot to Mars
Niggas mad that we made it
He probably didn't do his part
Just play your cards if you smart
Don't take this business too heart
We never finish what we start
Bitch I'll be right back tomorrow
Don't take them killings too far
Them bodies buried in the yard
Don't send me no fucking brisk Boy exotic leaves come in jars
Might spend a band at the bar Stringing that bitch lead guitar
She want ride wit me for sure
I lead that bitch she Chauffeur
I stuff a bag like stouffer's
She bluffing me like poker
Risky business
But she gon take this ride
Roller coaster
Ride wit me
Bring it back
Dropping crack
Nak Nak
Peel yo back for a sack
Where it's at
Dummy sack
Origami on the track
We stay where that border be
We swav'n unorderly
We pay cuz it's more to eat
This paper be morphing me
Been eaten since I been eating This a second course for me
These niggas some dorks to me
We taking it forcefully
Niggas talk like they about money but they crashing out
All you niggas hoes And y'all gon Fold but ain Spazzen out
I'm smoking on this pressure pack
This shit here got me passing out
This black truffle some pressure Ain't no pressure I'ma pass it now
Applying that pressure money's a Bitch I'ma pass her round
Pitty pat hop in that skat
I'm not tripping I'm out of town
Get that money bring it back
Ain't no cap we aint playing round
I think this lil bitch like me
She be geekin off the way I sound
Haha
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Writer(s): Bernard Brooks
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