Past Lyrics

Slipped the bullets in dramatic fashion

Bent the corner like a Morgan Freeman bullet, now I'm mashing

Sneakers hot, crease the tongue, beat the dust

I'll be lucky to live, but I'm vapid

No time for breathers, gotta keep the run active

No clear pattern just in case they got tracking

Crawling in the mud, camouflaged in the canvas

If I piss inside my pants then them dogs gon vanish

New scene

Little Marty spotted some shorty

Zipping through the mass

Snatching amulets and ass

Five of our guys gave chase

But that asshole used Ms. Kate as a shield to escape

Still in pursuit of the stolen loot

Marty let six things loose

Think he hit his shoe

Motherfucker better run to hell

Soon as the doors catch a scent then we'll gun him down

New scene

I was mingling and mixing

Finna dip and go touch p's with a vixen

Lot of tough guys in the room, seem suspicious

All my brother's friends mean business

I don't like them

Suddenly

This lady get a little forward

Started squeezing on my ass, so I leaned in towards her

Both my hands on her waist, told me that she wasn't fruity

But then tell me, why the hell you been playing with my booty

Miss