Have To Pass Lyrics

Yo, I'mma have to pass, yo

I'mma have to pass on bumping your shit

But I might catch you slippin', be punkin' your shit

On some Reggie Roby shit I be punting your shit

Carve your fucking face out on some pumpkin shit (Carving)

You'z a motherfucking Wack-o-lantern (A Wack-o-lantern)

I'mma give you a reality check for Christmas on some Secret Santa

See I be puttin' in work, Anywhere can be a station

I'm giving birth to the murk, that's your termination

See I was suppose to get a oil change today but I would rather rap

You were suppose to start that new job your aunt got you but you'd rather nap

Don't even get me started on these broads sometimes I would rather fap

Cuz forget her tits, Her personality be looking rather flat

Let me gather my bag cuz this rap game, It just ain't my bag

These cats so wack their kids be like, "Naw, that ain't my dad"

There's your little sixteen bars

Right now I'm on a conference call, Split screen with Mars

Man get off my nards

I'm just being honest, I have entirely too many errands

To be sitting here worrying about your flaws like some Hip Hop Karen but...

It's like a fucking (How would I describe it)

Aids/Heroin needle that you shouldn't be sharing

Talking about your wack style or the style that you lack

And those are not the same thing in fact, You'd be better off in drag

Because drag queens lip synch and you should too

Don't let me catch you slippin' son, I'll hit you with a quick one-two

You're rapping about Punk Bitches, but you're one too

You're just entirely not ready for this Oak Street Kung Fu

And instead of hitting you with sixteen, I'm only gonna hit you with twelve

Cuz I can tell just looking at you, your life is a living hell

I'mma have to pass on the idea of me bumping your shit

I'mma have to pass on the idea of me bumping your shit