No Passes lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Record (f*ck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Man
(Damn, Arco, that’s you?)
I ain't givin', I’m off passers, n*gga
We just standin' on that
KrispyLife
Ayy

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Roochies on the Scat make it hard to turn
I'm whippin' butter in this kitchen, but it's hard to churn
Walk you down with no mask, n*gga, what's a purge?
7.62s'll burn your head, n*gga, what's a perm?
We bringin’ issues to the light, ain’t no problem to us
I hit the b*tch raw, even though I had a condom tucked
Do that make me a nasty n*gga?
I hit her and then I quit her 'cause the ass was [?]
He ain’t wanna sit on Drac', when I got mine, I laughed at n*ggas
When I did sell him some drank, it had some plastic in it
Fat n*gga, I'm trippin' in Supreme shirts
Before I’m ever nice to b*tches, I'm mean first
I'm out of town and my shirt say "I need Percs"
'Cause I can't call Mike when I need Percs
I love my mama, but I'll put my fiend first
I'm in this b*tch punchin' so hard, it's a Creed verse
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'm the type of n*gga these hoes need to f*ck the same day
At the crib, I ride striker, in Miami, we in Wraith (We in Wraith), yeah
Drivin' fast to that money, me and Kidd racin'
I sell verses now, I used to sell grams for eighty
Dog food inside the trap, the dogs barkin' in the backyard
They the ones, ain't even had to walk him down, that n*gga tapped out
Blue hundreds in every pocket that I got on me
I told bro I got some drank, he finna grab another pop for me
You could be with me out in Africa, the Glock comin'
If I was broke as hell like you, I'd go drop somethin'
How you ain't never got no pape'?
n*gga, I really be runnin' up them bands and I'm still out of shape (Still out of shape)
f*ck the gym, I hit the trap and work out every day
And I don't kiss hoes on the lips unless they Mary J (Come on)