ManeDawg Baby - PASS DAT (feat. De Sauce, Yng Flex, Bonsai & $uavo WRLD)

Hey y'all, hey y'all
Flexin' on the pussy sauce like it's sauce
Yeah
I've been going, going, going

I need all the blue
Going, going like I'm droppin' on the sauce
Sauce, find the sauce
I just wanna go find the inner peace, the sauce

Sauce, sauce getting on the fuckin' block
I can pull up with the raw block
I just wanna be a boss like Rick Ross
Ayy, with my shoes in the sauce

I'm mixing up, yeah, diamonds floss
Ayy, love gang off
Yeah, pass that, pass that
I got a bad bitch, yeah, I'ma smash that

Pass that, pass that
Go live on the gram, yeah, hashtag
Pull up in a Rari, yeah, Matt Black
El Cap, Scott Pass

Pass that, pass that
All my niggas be rapping
I had a bust down, nigga, no fuss
Moving at a fast, you can swear I'm in a rush

I had a bust down, nigga, no fuss
Leggin' how to fly when I pull up with my dogs
And I had a bust down, nigga, no fuss
Moving at a fast, you can swear I'm in a rush

I had a bust down, nigga, no fuss
Leggin' how to fly when I pull up with my dogs
I had a bust down, no rush
See, every time I see your bad bitch, man, I make a blush

See, fuck that, I'm flowing like the deep blue sea
Niggas got so many flows like Bruce Lee
Niggas wanna fuck with me, I'm so 2 key
Cliff walking to the death of me

None of these niggas can ever be tested
Pass that, pass that
Fuck around a nigga like me, get a heart attack
Pass that, pass that

I ain't got no time for no lab rats, yeah
I ain't got no time for no lab rats
If I ever see a bad bitch, I'ma get that
Pass that, pass that

I had a bust down, nigga, no fuss
Moving at a fast, you can swear I'm in a rush
I had a bust down, nigga, no fuss
Leggin' how to fly when I pull up with my dogs

And I had a bust down, nigga, no fuss
Moving at a fast, you can swear I'm in a rush
I had a bust down, nigga, no fuss
Leggin' how to fly when I pull up with my dogs

Pass that, pass that
Moving at a fuss in the Maybach
Got your shawty in the front with a sweet bath
Just lay back, just lay back

Young Swae be in the Philippines, dad
All these niggas on my back like a Yeeback
Niggas callin' my phone, givin' feedbacks
I don't need your feedback, you're like rats, yeah

I'm a real nigga, I screw up on your block
And I'm fuckin' with a trigger
Triumph in the gang, the blood gang
And any nigga tell the truth, he gon' be a starter gang, yeah

And I'ma pull up on your block, I'm a project doc
I'ma make your block hot, make the block hot
Watch you do that, pull up my niggas in the trap house, nigga
We trappin', never lackin

Sippin' codeine, yeah, we get the act in
Bitch, I am no activist
But I got a lot of bitches with a lot of hips, ayy
Pass that, pass that

In the black back, well, I put the stash back
And the backpack is a hashtag
Triumph in the Maybach
And we pass that

Come in loud
Yeah, we out

Written by:
JOEL JOUBERT

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