Pass Lyrics

Got up off my ass had to get sum

Got this cross on my neck tryna bless sum

We be popping up clapping them weapon

My shooter contagious you don't wanna catch none

Got my doggy a new Mac 11,

He think dropping these opps his profession

Hope my cousin got up into heaven

This cross on my neck and I got some confessions

Got up off my ass had to get sum

Got this cross on my neck tryna bless sum

They be capping we actually stepping.

We be trapping and stashing the extras

We be snatching his rang and his necklace

Baby I stay wit them reppers.

Baby I aim for the head it be chalk in the street

Man he ain't want the pressure

Took my blood out to breakfast Baptain Brunch

All of my weapons packs a punch

She took off her dress and backed it up

She suck on my dick and you pass the blunt

My bitch caked up like tiramisu.

Sticks out if they making a move.

If he touching my brother or touching my sister

I promise I'm front page news

Took my blood out to breakfast Baptain Brunch

All of my weapons packs a punch

She took off her dress and backed it up

She suck on my dick and you pass the blunt

My bitch caked up like tiramisu.

Sticks out if they making a move.

If he touching my brother or touching my sister

I promise I'm front page news

It be capital murder stashing the burner

Heater on me boy I'm strapped wit the furnace

Pull that bitch out and they acting real nervous

You be on shit we ain't actually heard of

I took an L had to resurface

Trapping again back up in service

But i'm in that Audi GT like i'm German

Got up off my ass had to get sum

Got this cross on my neck tryna bless sum

We be popping up clapping them weapon

My shooter contagious you don't wanna catch none

Got my doggy a new Mac 11,

He think dropping these opps his profession

Hope my cousin got up into heaven

This cross on my neck and I got some confessions

Got up off my ass had to get sum

Got this cross on my neck tryna bless sum

They be capping we actually stepping.

We be trapping and stashing the extras

We be snatching his rang and his necklace

Baby I stay wit them reppers.

Baby I aim for the head it be chalk in the street

Man he ain't want the pressure