No Passes
[Verse 1: Hood Tali, JB Bin Laden]
Bitch, my dreads hangin'
Right now I'm in here with some n***as that be gang bangin'
N***a that's behind me, he get real stupid
He got that ball up on the court, he's a real hooper
Close range, from a distance he's a real shooter
If we don't know that car, we shootin' up your Uber
Reason why them n***as dyin', they dissin' on computers
[?] up in this shit, he don't know how to maneuver
Ain't no passes in this shit, you n***as movin' fluky
And ain't no passes in this shit, but they might prolly oop you
We get on yo' ass, first 48, you done in two days
They didn't bag, he caught a blitz, that came from two ways
Pulled down my mask, hit the switch, then I go crazy
Go check the news, FOX 5, mommy lost her baby
All these pretty bitches on my dick, can't say I ain't that n***a
Ain't no pussy n***as in my clique, bitch I hang with killers
(Bitch, I hang with killers, I hang with killers)
[Verse 2: JB Bin Laden]
Ain't no bitch n***as in my circle, I run with thugs
We be gang bangin', throwing B's up, bitch I'm a blood
And my n***a Gruski, he'll tweak, yeah his ass'll bug
We'll smoke a n***a like some reef, tell them light it up
We got that lil' lo from a hoe, we gon' fire it up
Kick a n***a door, for that dope, we gon' tie 'em up
Leave a n***a stretched in the snow, his lil' time was up
This lil' bitch gon' let me brack, 'cause I'm fly as fuck
Traffic in the trenches, in the 'Raq, gettin' high as fuck
Four n***as and four blicks, black 'Cat, n***a try your luck
We really them n***as, no bap, who can fuck with us?
Don't you know these n***as gettin' clapped, bein' double stuffed
Ay, who we'll smoke, bitch you rock the coat
Let a n***a hang hisself, give his ass the rope
Goofy n***as, should've blamed yourself, cause he shouldn't loaf
And we do this shit for the trenches, and we give them hope
Bitch, my dreads hangin'
Right now I'm in here with some n***as that be gang bangin'
N***a that's behind me, he get real stupid
He got that ball up on the court, he's a real hooper
Close range, from a distance he's a real shooter
If we don't know that car, we shootin' up your Uber
Reason why them n***as dyin', they dissin' on computers
[?] up in this shit, he don't know how to maneuver
Ain't no passes in this shit, you n***as movin' fluky
And ain't no passes in this shit, but they might prolly oop you
We get on yo' ass, first 48, you done in two days
They didn't bag, he caught a blitz, that came from two ways
Pulled down my mask, hit the switch, then I go crazy
Go check the news, FOX 5, mommy lost her baby
All these pretty bitches on my dick, can't say I ain't that n***a
Ain't no pussy n***as in my clique, bitch I hang with killers
(Bitch, I hang with killers, I hang with killers)
[Verse 2: JB Bin Laden]
Ain't no bitch n***as in my circle, I run with thugs
We be gang bangin', throwing B's up, bitch I'm a blood
And my n***a Gruski, he'll tweak, yeah his ass'll bug
We'll smoke a n***a like some reef, tell them light it up
We got that lil' lo from a hoe, we gon' fire it up
Kick a n***a door, for that dope, we gon' tie 'em up
Leave a n***a stretched in the snow, his lil' time was up
This lil' bitch gon' let me brack, 'cause I'm fly as fuck
Traffic in the trenches, in the 'Raq, gettin' high as fuck
Four n***as and four blicks, black 'Cat, n***a try your luck
We really them n***as, no bap, who can fuck with us?
Don't you know these n***as gettin' clapped, bein' double stuffed
Ay, who we'll smoke, bitch you rock the coat
Let a n***a hang hisself, give his ass the rope
Goofy n***as, should've blamed yourself, cause he shouldn't loaf
And we do this shit for the trenches, and we give them hope