No Passes lyrics

[Verse 1: Hood Tali, JB Bin Laden]
b*tch, my dreads hangin'
Right now I'm in here with some n*ggas that be gang bangin'
n*gga that's behind me, he get real stupid
He got that ball up on the court, he's a real hooper
Close range, from a distance he's a real shooter
If we don't know that car, we shootin' up your Uber
Reason why them n*ggas dyin', they dissin' on computers
[?] up in this sh*t, he don't know how to maneuver
Ain't no passes in this sh*t, you n*ggas movin' fluky
And ain't no passes in this sh*t, but they might prolly oop you
We get on yo' ass, first 48, you done in two days
They didn't bag, he caught a blitz, that came from two ways
Pulled down my mask, hit the switch, then I go crazy
Go check the news, FOX 5, mommy lost her baby
All these pretty b*tches on my di*k, can't say I ain't that n*gga
Ain't no pus*y n*ggas in my clique, b*tch I hang with killers
(b*tch, I hang with killers, I hang with killers)

[Verse 2: JB Bin Laden]
Ain't no b*tch n*ggas in my circle, I run with thugs
We be gang bangin', throwing B's up, b*tch I'm a blood
And my n*gga Gruski, he'll tweak, yeah his ass'll bug
We'll smoke a n*gga like some reef, tell them light it up
We got that lil' lo from a hoe, we gon' fire it up
Kick a n*gga door, for that dope, we gon' tie 'em up
Leave a n*gga stretched in the snow, his lil' time was up
This lil' b*tch gon' let me brack, 'cause I'm fly as f*ck
Traffic in the trenches, in the 'Raq, gettin' high as f*ck
Four n*ggas and four blicks, black 'Cat, n*gga try your luck
We really them n*ggas, no bap, who can f*ck with us?
Don't you know these n*ggas gettin' clapped, bein' double stuffed
Ay, who we'll smoke, b*tch you rock the coat
Let a n*gga hang hisself, give his ass the rope
Goofy n*ggas, should've blamed yourself, cause he shouldn't loaf
And we do this sh*t for the trenches, and we give them hope