​i dont pass my woods lyrics

[Intro]
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
(You have no heart)
Ayy, huh (You have no heart)
Yeah (You have no heart)
Yeah (You have no hear—)

[Verse]
Gelato cookies, sh*t got me zooted, yeah
pus*y-n*gga really do this, yeah
n*ggas act like I don't shoot sh*t (Like I don't shoot sh*t)
Finna slide to his block, target practice
Talkin' crazy like you fire, but you wack, b*tch
Three bands off, twenty K, I know you cappin'
Take that gun from your hands, now you lackin'
You ain't finna use your hands 'cause you passive
I'ma face my f*ckin' wood, I ain't gon' pass it
Drop a tape, let it run up, and bring them racks in
Don't let me sell you weed, b*tch, I'm taxin'
Servin' 'za, b*tch, I got it out the back end
He cop a eighth for three hundred 'cause I taxed him
pus*y-n*gga, learn your fractions

[Outro]
Dumb-ass n*gga
Take that gun from your hands, now you lackin'