Letra de pass

[Intro]
Gwalla Gang

[Verse]
Lil fuckboy should've been your rap name
Nigga rollin' for the money like a craps game
Look ma, I retired from the trap game
Usain Bolt, bitch I run the rap game
Hit your bitch, leave her limp, lower back pain
I might even give your baby mom my last name
Man I almost passed out when that bag came
Now I'm givin' free smoke like a gas chamber
You ain't know, I'm as cold as Gucci
These hoes is groupies, I'm a general so go salute me
Poppin' coochie on a ninja or a gold Susuki
And if I stole your flow, nigga come and sue me
Y'all ass, y'all trash, get it out of here
Gwalla Gang, Black Mask, this is our year
We got cookie, we got purple, we got sour here
Ain't no pussy, ain't no snitches, ain't no cowards here
Nigga keep doin' subs like a sick teacher
Hella mad 'cause they baby mom a dick eater
Hoop gang, hoodie on, I'm the grim reaper
Real shit, threw a nigga from the fifth bleacher
All this pain and this death got me traumatized
Now my shirt soakin' wet from my mama's eyes
Every time I get a beat, I just sodomize
Every time I'm on the verse it's a homicide
Bitch I'm bonkers, bitch I'm bonkers
Give a bitch sweet meat, Willy Wonka
Rap diss, I'ma catch him at his concert
Bitch I'm a big star like a Converse
Let it bang, let it bang, we don't back down
Countin' money with a forty in the background
Had to pick the pen up, put the smack down
Undertaker, still givin' out the smackdown
Yeah, they ain't got nothin' to say now
Got a plug, MIA, want eight pounds
I'ma ship it through the mail, what's your PayPal?
And if you come up short, I'ma spray pal
Gwalla Boi, I'm not the one to play with
Whole country bein' ran by a fuckin' racist
Y'all sleep, nigga get your mind up out the matrix
All this money and this power, you'd think I'm a Mason
But I'm killin' these hoes like I'm fuckin' Jason
And we used to trap O's out the fuckin' basement
Long way to the top but I'm fuckin' patient
I'ma take what I'm owed with no hesitation
Yeah, and I ain't lettin' shit go
Now a nigga poppin' like Crisco
Dome wearin' ass rappers, y'all Cisco
Leave a puke face emoji for the sick flow
We'll pop up at your crib like ding dong
Lil Uzi that I'm packin' don't sing songs
Mike Myers, horror music is my theme song
Nigga money on my mind is my ringtone

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'ma smoke 'til I pass out
I'ma drink 'til I pass out, pass out, pass out
And you know I'm fit to cash out
And you know I'm fit to cash out, cash out, cash out
Yeah, I'ma smoke 'til I pass out
I'ma drink 'til I pass out, pass out, pass out
And you know I'm fit to cash out
And you know I'm fit to cash out, cash out, cash out

[Outro]
More tree, more drank
More tree, more drank, more tree, more drank, uh
More tree, more drank
More tree, more drank, more tree, more drank, uh
I'ma smoke 'til I pass out
I'ma drink 'til I pass out, pass out, pass out
And you know I'm fit to cash out
And you know I'm fit to cash out, cash out, cash out
More tree, more drank
More tree, more drank, more tree, more drank, uh
More tree, more drank
More tree, more drank, more tree, more drank, uh
I'ma smoke 'til I pass out
I'ma drink 'til I pass out, pass out, pass out
And you know I'm fit to cash out
And you know I'm fit to cash out, cash out, cash out