No Pass

How she thumb through that rack make me give her a stack
 Do me a favor lil' mama count that
 It's packs after packs demons right on my back
 I been in my own lane got no time to back
 Track Junkies be rolling grams of that crack
 Turnt up off a jigga I'll lay your ass flat
 In the middle of the road hang em up like a tack
 Down bad on my dick I picked up that dope sack
 My brother Fast Lane, got him locked in the chain
 Take this shit to the grave I swear I'll never change
 More money more problems I up on my aim
 You get shot just for lookin' let that 40 sang
 Bust down a b*tch in a Bentley Mulsanne
 My shooter so heartless say he don't feel pain
 How you sending hits working minimum wage, yea
 It's a war over here you better not neva lack
 A nigga might pull up and push your sh*t back
 I lost a few fights before I learned how to scrap
 But you lay hands on me you get hit with that strap
 Imma blow your sh*t off and take you off the map
 Now your people crying got em dressed up in black
 When I say the word then my gremlins attack, yea
 It ain't no question one thing I'm gone shoot
 Imma young nigga my OG a old school
 What you gon do when I put them boys on you
 It's a stick up hit the ground and don't move
 We trying to get to the guala
 My plug a migo it's worth every dollar
 You don't get no pass boy you shot at my potna
 Suspended from school cause my language wasn't proper
 Pop at a bitch then go pop a few bottles
 Lil' b*tch ain't wanna f*ck me she think she a model
 Don't hit the break cause I'm goin' full throttle
 I'm trying to hit the scene in Gucci, Prada, yea
 In Gucci, Prada, yea
 We trying to get to the guala, yea
 My plug a migo it's worth every dollar, yea
 You don't get no pass boy you shot at my partna, yea