GeeMadeC - No Pass (feat. DucePlay4Keeps)

I'm a real gritter, know I'm gettin' to The bag
Nigga, try get my way, I'm upping 40 On his ass
Just caught a opp at the store, gotta put Him in the trash
My brother tryna tell me, chill, hell no, This ain't no pass

Like, get up on him then, he with his People, smoke him in his kin
And I ain't takin' no more losses, bitch, I play to win
Hell yeah, nigga, we play to win, ain't No time to play pretend
You know I'm rockin' wit geemade, That's forever my evil twin

Niggas speak on his name, three shots Is what I send
We pass hoes, he got your sister, then I'm goin' to her friend
I told the bitch, I don't wanna fuck, I Only want the head
Niggas claim they like that, but always Talkin' to the fed

All on the net, poppin' yo' gums, but Whole gang filled with rats
I know y'all love cheese, so I went set a Mouse trap
Caught that nigga in a trap, time to Take him off the map
This nigga never slid down my block, So why the fuck he tryna cap

You niggas smoked, stepped on, time To put out the wood
And they claimin' they gon' shoot up Somethin', shit, I wish they would
These niggas beefin' over a bitch, man, That shit is sad
And it's crazy, cause the sad part is, Man, that pussy wack

These bitches gettin' passed around Like it's hop scotch
I know these bitches ain't loyal, so Can't trip out a thot
This nasty bitch wall pass, and I'm like
You smell that geemade, that's a Hotbox

Like, throw that fish back in the sea, No, I don't want the hoe
Stop tryna link with me, lil' bitch, Cause I will not show
Like, there ain't no love in the gee, That's why my heart is froze
I don't even want this hoe no more, Come get her back, bro

I don't want that bitch either, so I Guess she for the streets
And niggas fightin' bout that hoe, that Shit crazy to me
You know I'm leavin' niggas in the Dust like I'm Kayden McGee
She don't let the whole school fuck, I Guess the pussy free

She gettin' her ass ran through just like S running back
But that bitch stink the linebacker Didn't even want the sack
That bitch offered me the cat, and I Said, I ain't want that
I think it's time to hit Jamari, cause I Teed another tat

And you can run, but you can't hide, Swear you won't make it far
I got Youngins outside lerkin , tryna Park a nigga car
You know me and GeeMade bounce Out with Fat Drake
You know we gotta stay hustlin', ain't No time to take breaks

You know we all about the pape, I Catch that boy take off his face
He talkin' hot like he won't do Somethin', it's gon' be a cold case
Y'all swear all these bitches innocent, But really they fuckin' sluts
I'm tellin' you, all you gotta do is get Some dreads, or they gon' let you bust

I'm a real gritter, kno, I'm gettin' to the Bag
Nigga, try get in my way, I'm upping ' 40 on his ass
Caught a opp at the store, gotta put Him in the trash
Brother tryna to tell me chill, but hell No, this ain't no pass

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