Finatic - No Pass

Aye
Aye, Gang Gang Gang
Gang
Gang, Aye, Bow
Aye, Aye Aye
Gang Gang, Bltttt, Aye
Aye, Aye Aye, Gang
Aye Aye Gang Gang,
Gang Gang, Finatic
Im So Slimee
Wait, I'm bout' to roll up gas
Jump in a shark, skrt fast
Hold that you wheel
You better not crash, lil' bro
On bro
I'ma just blow through the coat Party, crash
Niggas be clowns, under them ski masks
If bro a catch a nigga, he ain't gettin' no pass
He gon' light his ass up, shit gon' get black
We gon' hop out, put him up
Now, they got him airing on TV
Make niggas blind
John Cena, can't see me
Swing on his on block
Drop bombs on repeat
Hop out the car
I'ma drop a nigga, like a phone
I get him cracked
When they shoot through his bones
Lay him flat on his face, he doin' a prone
Im sprayin' this draco, he wet like cologne
Roll down the windows
Then, we gon' roll him up
You gon' think that he macked
When we catch him, and blow him up
These shots gon', leave him down
Now, he sobered up
This gun givin' feelings, it make niggas open up
I give her the D, that bitch ain't passin'
No Lee, but I'm TooCreative
With the action
We shoot up the whip
We gon' leave him in passive
These mean ass bullets
These shits be harrassin'
Do a drive by, in a Uber
We gon' make him lyft
Hell no, I ain't Trey Songz
But, call me "Mr. Stealyobitch"
Move to the side, the bullets gon' shift
He surprised, when I pop out the cut with a gift
I'm throwin' them shots, now my arm gettin' stiff
I put him in a box, now he checked off the list
If I don't got the gun, I'ma punch on his face
Make him lay on the ground, I'ma stomp on his face
Now, bro' got big ass lumps on his face
And, it's lookin' like camel back humps on his face
I catch a person now, with that thing on me
I put him in his place
I'ma just click on this button
Cuz', I got the keys
I'm sendin' him up to them gates
And, I know a couple a niggas
Who known for the shootin'
Ain't no fuckin' fair ones
Me and Doomut, do you in
Big ass sniper, with a scope
Bow, I'ma zoom in
Blast him like a speaker
When these shots, get the boomin'
Wait, I'm bout' to roll up gas
Jump in a shark, skrt fast
Hold that you wheel
You better not crash, lil' bro
On bro
I'ma just blow through the coat Party, crash
Niggas be clowns, under them ski masks
If bro a catch a nigga, he ain't gettin' no pass
He gon' light his ass up, shit gon' get black
We gon' hop out, put him up
Now, they got him airing on TV
Make niggas blind
John Cena, can't see me
Swing on his on block
Drop bombs on repeat
Hop out the car
I'ma drop a nigga, like a phone
I get him cracked
When they shoot through his bones
Lay him flat on his face, he doin' a prone
Im sprayin' this draco, he wet like cologne
Bow, Gang
Gang, Gang
Gang, Gang
Gang, Gang
Gang

Written by:
Abdullah Bey

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